And maybe in 4 years I’ll be telling some stranger about you

And convince them you weren’t my first love,

I’ll make you sound like a hookup that  just went into overtime,

And how in the moment I was just head over heels

I’ll write you off as a boyfriend I just had in high school

Or a phase I was bound to go through

A lesson I had to learn,

I’ll tell them I finally moved on

Maybe even to the point you and I  could grab coffee

And laugh about how we were so young and dumb

And talk about how we knew it would never last

And our parents were right,

That it was just puppy love

Maybe on the walk home I’ll smile from how believable I sound

I’ll unlock the door and walk to my room

I’ll climb in my big bed,

And pull the cold sheets back

Making sure not to misplace the extra pillows,

That haven’t been touched in years,

I’ll flip the covers over me,

And allow only then to accept,

What you truly were to me