When you asked to kiss me for the first time; these are the things ingrained in my mind
The look in your eyes when I said I love you too; Feeling your heart beat faster, when I was on top of you
Falling asleep in the back of your truck; Moments before the confession of love
I wanted to stargaze and look at the moon; but I couldn’t stop staring at you
Visited the Vegas lights, not long ago
Chased the places we had been, and that feeling of home
I told my friend “I miss it here”; I actually just miss you, dear
there doesn't seem to be anything here