We'll do it all Everything On our own
I walked off of my private plane to see the one person I had been dieing to see standing there. A smile tugged at the sides of my lips as he turned to face me, he smiled back that perfect smile I loved. Dropping my bags I ran down to him and he engulfed me in a hug. "I missed you" he whispered in my ear causing my smile to grow even wider than it had been moments before. "I missed you more" I replayed starting what would become a back and forth 'argument' on who missed who more. In the end though I would win, I knew it would only be because he let me, but I was ok with that. I loved him and when you love someone, with all your heat, the way I loved him something like that just stops bothering you. You let each other win little arguments and you find yourself missing the other person even when you're only apart for five minutes. You say their name a thousand times more a day than you say your own and when your together the rest of the world seems to shrink away. That's where we were, my prince charming and I.
We don't need Anything Or anyone
It was me and him for a wile, until we got to his house at least. We spent idle time talking about what we had been up to recently, who we had seen, who we talked to, that kind of nonsense stuff. That's when once again he said the three words we always shared consistent of only 8 letters. I would come to learn in time and after many heartbreaks that there are many words consistent of 8 letters, bullshit, I love you, and thank you. He, however, chose to say four words consistent of thirteen letters. "I love you Miley" to which I would always reply with five words consistent of fifteen letters. "I love you, too Nick" and that's just the ways it was until I got to his house where I would be engulfed in a Jonas family hug. It was just a part of normal life for us. That is until the break-up.
If I lay here If I just lay here
Would you lie with me And just forget the world?
I remember that day so well. We had agreed to tell the press that it was because we saw each other as such good friends that the relationship got awkward. Or that we had broken up with each other. I had my heart riped open and torn out is more like it. In the end I would go on to write almost an entire album about him and how he broke my heart and what would I get in return from the seemly perfect Nick Jonas? A song titled 'sorry' that would initially make me feel like shit. When I first heard it I was very tempted to call him up and say "sorry my ass" then hang up abruptly. The smarter side of me, the one still madly in love with Nick Jonas, however, talked me out of that idea. In the long run both sides of me, the smarter, in-love side, and the not as smart, hurt-teenager side decided that I would eventually have to get over Nick, I would have to carry on with my life. At the same time of my a third part, a part that had never shown it's self before, one that was stupid and heart broken and love sick, wondered about the 'what could have beens' and I found my self asking a very stereo typical break-up question: what would have happened if Nick and I hadn't broken up? After that I was sent into a whirlwind of what ifs and how comes and maybes and soon I was lost. Finally I took the time out,took some deep breaths, and slowly, carefully, painfully, managed to me Miley again instead of Broken.