Laughter and a crackling fire filled the air. None of us caring about what lay ahead. For while we would soon embark on our journeys we would always remember that night.

It was a Friday afternoon on a bright sunny day. You laughed at my stupid joke and made one of your own. Then you asked for my number. I hesitated because cute boys like you never ask for my number, but I gave it to you anyway. And everyday since then I’ve been falling more and more in love with you.

Do you remember our first time, well my first time, and your millionth time?
I remember how scared I was and how you calmed me down. I thought this is it. I made the right decision by giving it up to you.
Do you remember walking out the door and never looking back? I remember feeling lost and broken.
I gave you something I could never give anyone else. I gave you a piece of me that I’ll never get back.

One week. That’s how long I’ve know you. Every time I’m with you I feel myself falling more and more for you. And even though I’ve only known you for one week; I knew since the day I met you I could love you.

Today we would have been together for 5 years.
But 3 months ago you confessed to me you never loved me.
You told me I was your consolation prize.
Your heart belonged to a girl you loved since the day your eyes locked when I first introduced you.
And now I’m picking up the pieces of my broken heart, and trying to learn how to love again

Only half of a percent of my life was spent with you.
And yet I’m reminded of you everyday.
When I hear our first slow dance song I remember the way it felt to be close to you.
When I hear someone say your name I hope that you’ll be right behind me telling me you miss me.
And even though you spent such little time in my life I can’t help but miss you.
Because that half of a percent was the greatest time in my life