Pause for a second,
and think about
us.
Now,
pick one of your
favorite memories.
Maybe it's the same one
that I'm about to share.
It was a perfect summer night,
just the two of us on the roof.
We had spent hours talking,
while your phone
played all the music
we fell in love to.
And then you pulled out your
guitar and asked,
Do you sing?
I was shy when you
began to play,
so you sang the first verse.
And then I joined in.
Soon,
you were just smiling
at me,
strumming all the
right notes as I
sang into the night.

I belong with you
you belong with me
in my sweet arms.

Afterward,
you kissed me and said,
beautiful.

I heard that song
on the radio tonight,
but it has never sounded
as good
as it did
when
you
loved
me.