Meeting you made me wish the others never existed

I am conflicted
Between the hands that built my home and the arms that feel like it
Between the walls that watched me grow and the city that feeds me
I am conflicted
Between the home I've always known and the one that feels like my own
Between noisy dinners and slow mornings
I am conflicted

You and I exist in summers only
We were made for
Sunny days and long nights
Endless laughter and play fights
Not dreary mondays and monotonous nights
Or difficult decisions and big fights
We exist in road trips and little blips
In the holes of reality that don't last very long
Only in summers we belong

You and I exist in summers only