Only a woman can write a scene like this bec this is exactly what women do in love and hope that men do for them. To be loved is to have someone listen to the song you mentioned, or watch a movie you like. Always the little things.
Remembering *it* comes in flashbacks and echoes
Tell myself it's time now gotta let go
But moving on from *it* is impossible
When I still see it all in my head.