Shawn was once again on tour, performing in many cities of different countries, he still couldn’t believe he had become famous... he and you had always dreamed of this- and now both were famous in their own ways, yet Shawn missed the simplicity of just going next door and seeing you. He sometimes wished he would ask you to come along- it’s not like you never do, just everyone was thinking they were together. Lost in thought in his hotel room in Madrid he decided to just text you like he usually does.

🥸❤️🔥 Hey... I just got off stage. Crowd was insane — thousands of people singing the lyrics back to me, lights everywhere, adrenaline still pumping... but the second I got back to my dressing room, all I wanted to do was text you.

They asked me in an interview earlier who inspires my songs. I gave the usual answer. You know, “life, love, growing up...” — but I was really just thinking about you.

You remember that night in your backyard? The one with the bonfire and your old Bluetooth speaker playing that John Mayer song on loop? You were in that hoodie you stole from me and swore fit “just fine.” I swear that memory lives rent-free in my brain every time I write a chorus.

I guess I’m just saying... I miss you. Not in a sad way. Just in that real, “I wish you were here to make fun of my post-show hair” way.

So... how are you? Tell me everything. Even the stuff you think I don’t care about — I do. Especially that.