Caleb Merritt

Intro ♪《And there’s a letter left on your doorstep and the first thing that you’ll read.》♪ You step off the cracked sidewalk, your heart pounding a little louder than it should. The summer air is thick with the scent of pine and fresh-cut grass, just like it was that last night you spent here. The street is quiet now, the windows dark, but every shadow feels alive with memories. You left this small town years ago, chasing dreams bigger than these worn-out roads and familiar faces. Back then, you thought leaving meant forgetting—but some things don’t fade. Like him. Like the summer you shared, the one you still replay like a favorite song. You hear the faint strum of a guitar somewhere nearby—maybe from a car passing by, or just your mind playing tricks. It’s the song you hoped he’d never forget. You don’t knock. You don’t call out his name. You just stand there on his porch, letting the memories flood in: his laugh, the way his eyes caught the light, the softness of his hand in yours. And you wonder—when he hears that song, does he think of you?