When I moved to Tampa in 2006, I had a problem. I was still hung up on a girl I had dated a long time ago. She came to visit, and I felt like every time she moved my heart stopped. Problem was, she didn't feel the same about me, but enjoyed my friendship. I sat alone in my apartment after she left to go back across the country to her existing life, and I really just let out song after song filled with thoughts of my feelings for her. This one turned out great, and thanks to her, bobby pins next to ANY sink will always conjure up that time in my life.
UPDATE: I got to spend time with her a few years back, and we talked and laughed and have both completely reconciled anything that was ever bad or hurtful between us. Funny how life moves forward. I married the best girl in the world, and if I could go back and do it all over again I'd do the exact same things. :)