Yours to hold

Well, it's five in the morning of May 9th, my last day at college before summer break. It seems my body wants me to be drained as possible for my last final. Lying in the my dorm bed, for the last time, I can't help but feel some sort twisted nostalgic melancholy over the place. Failing my attempts to find a position to fall asleep, I turned to music. Segway. 

Remember that night before I went to college. We were lying in your bed and we just talking and trying to salvage whatever we could before I would be permanately three hours away. And I sang you that one song, Yours to hold. And you started crying. Well, I'm listening to it right now, and I love you.