~love grows by Edison Lighthouse~

You and Clarisse had been dating for 2 years now, the whole camp knows at this point.

You and Clarisse were sitting by the dock past curfew. She had a guitar in hand, as she sang to you, ‘love grows (where my rosemary goes)’. You two loved that song, you would dance to it, you would sing to it..

“Oh but, love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows..like me,”

She said as she continued to play the guitar, and sing the beautiful song you two absolutely loved.

As the song ended, she leaned over and kissed your lips, holding your face, before pulling away. Smiling like a fool.