So here I am, alone in this bed, Maroon 5 songs playing through my earphones to go with my heartbreak. Stereotypical, I know, but if my heart’s gonna be broken I might as well do it like in the movies.
Summer had barely begun when I fell in love with you. I didn’t see it coming at all – I had no idea what I was getting myself into. There were just five of us at the start – all friends, boys separate from the girls, a safe environment for our hearts. But every day I replay the moment I crawled into that bed with you, in plain sight of everyone else, but it was dark and we were just sitting there so I knew they didn’t think anything of it. I know I didn’t. But whenever that memory plays in my mind like some bittersweet cinema, I wonder whether you had meant to do it.
I laid back on your chest because I had no pillow. We just talked until we got too tired, and then I laid on you like I needed you. And you let me – you held me and it was like we’d been together for years – it was natural, and I fell in love with you, I know I did. When we woke up, we were alone in that tent, and I held onto you for as long as I could because I knew it would come to an end.
By day, we were just friends, but by night, I really felt i loved you. People can say what they want – I don’t care how long I’ve known you, I love you. And now, cities separate us, not a blanket. And I miss you more than anything.