This is dedicated to HarrylovesGinny09 for requesting the song! Sorry, it's a little short.
WE DO NOT OWN ANYTHING
Our Song- Taylor Swift
Dear Diary,
I love Ezra to death. We were made for each other. I'd do anything for him. But I've always been kinda bummed with Ezra and I's secrecy. Sure it's kinda hot, but at the end of the day it's a pain in the ass. We can't go dancing in public... Hell! We don't even have a song!
It was a Saturday. The girls were covering for me so I could spend the day with Ezra. I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. We were driving to a coastal beach, isolated from the rest of the world. It was a romantic getaway he had planned a few weeks ago. He had a one hand feel on the steering wheel, another on my heart. I had been thinking about this whole song thing a lot. I looked around and turned the radio down.
He said, "Baby, is something wrong?"
I said, "Nothing. I was just thinking how we don't have a song...
He said, "Our song is slamming screen doors, sneaking out late, tapping on your window, when we're on the phone and you talk real slow because it's late and your momma don't know. Our song is the way you laugh. That first date, man, I didn't kiss you and I should have. And when I get home, before I say amen, I ask God if he could play it again."
I just sat there dumbfounded. How did I get so lucky? He just... He just kinda blew my mind right there. Here I was, thinking we didn't have a song, and he already knew our song. Our getaway was beautiful. I couldn't have asked for anything better.
Then came Tuesday. I had a rough day on Tuesday. After the Jackie thing I was just ready to be alone. I had run out of the house and out on Ezra. I couldn't believe I had walked out on him. I just wanted to sleep. I would fix this with Ezra tomorrow. I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day had gone all wrong, I'd been trampled on, lost and thrown away. I got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed. I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said, "Our song is slamming screen doors, sneaking out late, tapping on your window, when we're on the phone and you talk real slow because it's late and your momma don't know. Our song is the way you laugh. That first date, man, I didn't kiss you and I should have. And when I get home, before I say amen, I ask God if he could play it again."
I made up with Ezra the next day. I went to his apartment and let myself in before he arrived home. Ezra opened the door and started to talk when he saw me in his apartment. "Aria…. I'm so," I cut him off.
"Ezra, our song is slamming screen doors, sneaking out late, tapping on my window, when we're on the phone and I talk real slow because it's late and my momma don't know. Our song is the way we laugh. The first date, man, you didn't kiss me but you should have. And when I get home, before I say amen, I asked God if he, could play it again. With a song like that, I could never forget it. I could never forget you." He walked over and picked me off my feet and kissed me. It was different from our normal kisses; it had more…more power.
I must say that I have heard every album and listened to the radio. I've been waiting for something that was as good as our song. Nothing is or ever will be. It's the song we will dance to at our wedding and is the song we will sing our children to sleep with. It's beautiful, magical, invincible, instead of just some invisible radio hit wonder. It was timeless.
I remember riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I write down our song.
It's been nice writing in you. I haven't done it in a while. Well, I have to go. I'm meeting Ezra.
Lots of love,
Aria