Losing The Us

I sit here awake.
As the city sleeps.
Im thinking of all the memories
I had with you.
We laughed together.
About the same things.
Even the little ones.
All the times in your room.
Didnt that mean a thing?
You held me tight.
Never wanted to let go.
Everytime I had to leave,
you made sure I knew you loved me.
I let myself beleive every word of it.