I remember when he first let me listen to his most public display of affection.. the musical masterpiece of us. He wiped the tears from my eyes… I couldn’t help but feel so overwhelmed, so touched… even though I knew that no one but he and I would know that he wrote that song for me.
When he catches my eye and smiles… that one smile that I know is just for me, the secret kind of smile that only lovers share… reminds me of all the words he’s whispered… His eyes reflect so much of my world, that I can’t help but get lost in what I see…
He puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me so gently where he wants me to go… I’d follow him anywhere and he knows that… but I know his feelings run just as deep… I’m reminded every time that I think, he wrote that song for me.
There are times he breaks my heart… he’s reckless and careless and sometimes he’ll put everything and everyone in the world before me, but I know he’ll make it up to me… he always does… He’ll come to me and pull me close to him, his eyes will meet mine and he’ll tell me he’s sorry… he loves me…
When he holds my hand close to his heart, my palm pressed against his chest so I can feel the rhythm- a beat that he swears bears my name- and I melt into him…. he’ll sing softly to me… and I’ll be reminded that no matter how much I may be hurt sometime… he wrote that song for me.
I’ve dried his tears, however rare they may be… I’ve kissed his lips… and I know there’s been a few times I’ve made his heart skip a beat. We’ve walked in the sunshine together on the beach talking about everything we wish for each other, for ourselves, and for our lives together… we’ve found each other in the dark, our bodies desperate for the touch of each other, the warmth of his skin against mine…
He may win an award and not mention my name… I don’t need the public accolades to know that I am his muse… because I know he wrote that song for me.
I know him as well as he knows himself… I know him inside and out… and I love him with everything that I am. I always have and I always will… I know his secrets and he knows mine…
He took the story of us… of our love and everything that we are together… he sang it from his heart and let the world in on what we’ve shared… Every night that we’re apart… I can listen to the words and feel him with me… I know when miles separate us that anytime he hums the tune or sings the words that he’s thinking of me… because he wrote that song for me.
I wonder how many girls lie alone in their rooms in the dark, with that song on repeat… clutching their pillows… swooning and dreaming that he’s singing that song just for them? Trying to guess his feelings and imagine what it would be like to lie beside him… hear him say those words to them, and what it would feel like to be with him. I never thought to imagine what it might to be like to be without him… but now I know…
Because it’s all over… but my memories still remain… I know he wrote that song for me.
Everything we said that we couldn’t take back… all the kisses and tears and hope and heartache… hang in the air whenever I hear that familiar melody… The notes that have played a million times in my head, reminding me even on the worst days he loved me enough to let me inspire him…
He’s with someone else now… I see them everywhere, hear the things they’re saying about each other… the same things he used to say about me. Sometimes I wonder if he’ll write for her, tell their secrets to the world. Even if he does… he wrote that song for me… that was OUR love… and all the memories that it carries, in every word… in every line… the time we spent, the bliss we shared, the love we made, the things we hoped for… it’s all there, and I remember it all, every time I hear it… I know that he meant it to be like that when he wrote that song for me.
We’re connected by the music… the industry records of a hit single, a thousand long-distance dedications from lovesick significant others - wooing each other with promises of devotion… No matter where either of us go from here… We’re suspended in time, together forever in the depths of my heart… and his… because he wrote that song for me.
