JULY 

"What's this song called?" I ask him while brushing my fingertips against his skin. His room creates a perfect echo for his voice as he strums his guitar. 

"Kiss Me." He smiles.

"What's it about?"

"Us." I blush at his simple answer because it contains so much more. He actually wrote a song about us; that means our relationship will always be a part of him, no matter what. In the future, we'll have his songs to remind us of what we had. 

"Can you play it again?" I shyly ask. 

"If you want me to." He caresses my cheek.

"Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in

Lie down with me
And hold me in your arms."  

He looks at me the entire time he sings the song and I don't think I ever stopped smiling. He played the whole afternoon and he sang some parts of new songs, all about me. His soft voice had so much emotion and sometimes when I feel like he didn't love me, I remember that day because his eyes never left mine, not for one second. I wonder if he thinks about that day when he sings those songs, or even thinks about us. I went to his show last year and although the darkness hid me, I felt like he knew I was there. I saw some fans taking pictures of me so he might have seen me, but I wish I had talked to him that night, maybe tell him that I had forgiven him, but had I? I was so angry last year and now he's gone, and all that anger is down the drain because I know he left with her. All I have now is sadness and it's eating me alive. I came back home from college to find rainy days and disappointment scattered everywhere. I run past his house every day and when I see his window shutters open, a small ray of hope opens up but then I realize his bedroom is empty. I shake away those thoughts and look around my room. My drunken anger has p