Met her back when I was just figuring it out,
Eighteen, acting grown in a world full of doubt.
She was 22, already on her own path,
Laughing at my jokes, making every moment last.

In those days, it was all cheap dates and late talks,
Dreaming big in a small city that felt like New York.
She believed in me, more than I did myself,
Kept saying I'd make it, not for fame or the wealth.

I loved her, she loved me, but life's not a straight line,
It twists and it turns, eats at you like a slow vine.
We were young, maybe too young to understand,
That love's not just holding on to somebody's hand.

Things changed when the music started taking off,
Late nights, bright lights, people treating me like I'm a boss.
She was chasing her degree, I was chasing my dream,
Started feeling like we're pulling apart at the seam.

It wasn't the arguments, it was the silence that grew,
Texts got shorter, and the distance felt true.
I'd see her smile in photos, but not the one I knew,


She was finding her way, and I guess I was too.

I loved her, she loved me, but paths diverge in the woods,
You think you'll circle back, but sometimes you just can't look.
Promised each other forever, in a naive pact,
But forever's just a word when you start to lose track.

Saw her on a billboard, heart skipped a beat,
She was all I ever wanted, and all I couldn't keep.
Wanted to call her, but what would I say?
""Congrats on your success, sorry I couldn't stay""?

Now I tell this story in a song that might play on her radio,
Wonder if she thinks of me, guess I'll never really know.
We were just kids trying to wear an adult's skin,
Learning the hard way that not every love can win.

I loved her, she loved me, but sometimes that's not enough,
Life pulls you in different directions when the going gets tough.
But I'll keep her in my verses, in the beats of my heart,
c reminder of where I've been, and how new journeys start.

So here's to the memories, packed up in boxes of the past,
To the love that taught us, taught us real fast.
She's out there living, and I'm here making my mark,
In the end, we're just stories, lighting up the dark.
I wish her the best, and I hope she wishes the same,
In the grand scheme of things, there's no one to blame.
We grew up, we grew apart, but it's all part of the art,
She'll always be a verse, a permanent piece of my heart.