Music,
your music,
every song has once remended you of another girl,
another relationship,
in another time.
Songs of sweet love,
and never giving up,
songs of hope,
and romance.
I would listen with you,
but couldn't help but know,
that it was another,
they
were
once
for.
None of those songs are ours,
none define us,
we can not be held in lyrics.
Only pure emotions can describe us,
no group of phrases,
hold
what
one
note
can.
The first song you ever showed me was pure,
it was a new song to you,
as we were,
to each other.
There was no history behind it,
no exes it could remind you of,
no words trying to grasp the concept of love.
Only music.
Only love.
Only us.