A/N: I'm kind of Tumblr obsessed
Rocky: And now I have playlists that I can't listen to because every lyric makes me think of you. You both lay on your beds. Same time, different places. Skipping every song on the playlist you made together. For yourselves. For you two to have forever. You both lay there with tears flowing out of you with every lyric sung, not really sure of what to do with yourselves. You both knew you made mistakes but weren't sure how the other person felt. Too bad you two didn't have a third person perspective.
