Song: Memories by Shawn Mendes

(Y/N)'s POV

When I wake up to your footsteps
As you get up out of bed
They make a sound that sounds so simple
But dances in my head
A melody so perfect
That it gets me through the day
And the thought of us forever
Is one that won't ever go away

"Good morning, beautiful~" My loving boyfriend says the moment I got out of his arms.

"Good morning~" I turned around to kiss his forehead, only to be pulled back into bed.

Today was a special day: it's officially been a year since Bryce and I got together. Like any couples, we had our ups and downs. But it was the little things that reassured his love for me.

What made it so difficult to give up were all the songs he wrote and left in envelopes. Each word telling a different story, memory we shared, and most importantly, his feelings, all written down in just a few verses and choruses. I read one everyday before leaving our bedroom. As always, his blue eyes would watch me read them. It wasn't awkward, he was proud of his work, and I always loved the way he reacted.

I considered myself one of the luckiest girls on earth. I wouldn't trade him for anything else.

All I need to know is
Where to stop
Take my hand and show me forever
So never will I ever let you go

"I got you something!" Bryce said, holding both hands behind his back. "Close your eyes."

I felt his hands hold my wrist up and a rough material being placed over it. "Alright, you can open them!" His voice cheered. On my wrist was a bracelet a braided purple and white paracord bracelet with a treble clef in the middle. I would probably say it was the cutest thing he's given me but the songs and himself had beaten that by a land slide. But now at least I can carry something of Bryce's physically with me, other than the lyrics that embedded into my head.

"I love it." I said slightly intimidated. All I did for him today was a song I tried to write myself. It was nothing compared to his masterpieces if you asked me. I just wanted to return the favor.

I held out an envelope with the crap song I wrote inside. Bryce only giggled as he took it. He reads it with that perfect smile of his all the way through. That smile that always made me fall in love all over again. "So am I gonna get to hear it?"

"Not here!" I punched his arm playfully. We were having a little picnic at a hill on one of the parks just down the road of our house. There were tons of people here, to jog, to walk their pets, it was always peaceful. It was perfect since we didn't feel like going out to some fancy restaurant today.

But everything always feels perfect with him.

So let's hold on together
To this paper and this pen
And write down every letter
To every word we've ever said

"Now do I get to hear it?" Bryce pestered as I opened the door to our house.

"Maybe one day." I teased. He pouted and I was suddenly swept off my feet. "HEY! Put me down!" Our laughter filled our house as he carried me back to our room.

"Not until you sing~" He cooed shutting the door. I tried my best to be serious and stay silent, waiting for him to give up. It really wasn't that difficult since he put me down just seconds after an awkward silence filled the room. "Fine, be that way. Guess you won't hear my song I wrote for today either."

"What?! No!" I shouted making him burst into laughter.

"Don't worry, maybe one day I'll sing it." Bryce mocked, pulling me into a hug. I punched him a bit harder and pouted as I sat on the bed. His laugh dies down to cute giggles as he joins me in bed. "Can I hear it? Pretty please?" He cooed, kissing my pouted lips.

It was always hard to stay mad at him, unless it was pretty serious fight of course. But I managed to pull through with my little act. "Fine, I'll learn it myself!" Bryce shouted and took the envelope to the piano downstairs.

"Wait up! I wanna hear it!" We raced each other down the hall and to the stairs. He ended up beating me to it, but that was okay. At least I got to hear his cover of my own song.

Bryce was definitely a fast learner. He performed his cover of my song way better than I probably ever could. Damn, how did I get so lucky?

All I need to know is
Where to stop
Take my hand and show me forever
So never will I ever let you go

Let's write our story
And let's sing our song
Let's hang our pictures on the wall
All these precious moments
That we carved in stone
Are only memories after all

After dinner, Bryce and I cuddle with each other at the living room. We left some random movie on Netflix while we talked. My eyes began to droop while my words began to slur. I was definitely ready for bed after a great day. "Hey!" Bryce shook me and I whined annoyingly. "We didn't take a picture today!"

"Really? Now you remind me now that I look like complete shit?" I was already on the verge of passing out to put on a bit of makeup. But I don't think Bryce cared as he rushed upstairs to get our polaroid camera.

He came back down with the biggest grin on his face while mine was just sour about taking pictures right now. Bryce giggled and said "C'mon, we're the only ones that really see it."

I rolled my eyes and caved in since he did have a point. "You're lucky I love you." I can tell Bryce is tired of me complaining about my insecurities. I'm just glad he has the patience to put up with it. He smiles and pecks my lips once more before holding up the camera. Bryce counts down and soon the flash stuns me awake. I took the picture out and waited for it to develop.

I could feel those same pair of blue eyes on me as I waited so I looked up at my lover. "What are you staring at?" I asked since the picture was still blank.

"My future."

You gave me hope
But I've got to let go
I've got to let go

It's deep in my soul
Deep in my soul
Now I've got to let go
We wrote our story
And we sang our songs
We hung our pictures on the wall

But that wasn't the case the next day.

The bed felt bigger than usual when I woke up. I felt colder than I should've. In fact, that was how everyday felt since he left. Loneliness, abandonment. He left with no word, no reason why. It was so opposite to how I was supposed to celebrate a day which should've been our second anniversary. Bryce probably had a good reason to leave. I had no one to blame, but myself.

That reason however showed up at my door when I got the mail. No sender was written down but it was for me. Inside were simple directions to follow that led me to a video on my laptop. How have I not seen this before?

It was a song of Bryce's, one that I've never heard. It was probably the song he didn't sing that day.

I couldn't tell what was louder, my sobs, my dark thoughts, or my heart that was racing. It was the first time I've heard his beautiful voice in so long. I played it everyday, despite it being a song saying goodbye.

I didn't want to forget him. I didn't want my mind to repress all our memories until I forgot how he looked, the feeling he gave me, I especially didn't want to forget his voice.

But that's all he was now, nothing but a memory.

Now those precious moments
That we carved in stone
Are all the memories after all

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Request from LolaTheCreeper I don't really listen to some mainstream artists anymore but this song made an exception since I heard my cousin playing it the other day. Welp I'mma go before you guys start losing your shit on me again. Peace out everybody! Goodbye~