Love song to nicole

[Intro – gentle acoustic guitar arpeggios, soft shaker] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – warm guitar strums, subtle bass line] I found your name scrawled in an old café napkin Faded ink but your laugh still echoes in the kitchen Morning light hits the mug you left on the sill I trace the chip where you said "this one’s always mine still" [Pre-Chorus – rising piano notes, soft vocal harmonies] Every street corner smells like your cherry lip balm I keep your old hair tie wrapped around my palm [Chorus – full acoustic band, layered vocals, warm tambourine] Nicole, your name tastes like summer rain on concrete Nicole, I still talk to the moon like you’re next to me Every song on the radio sounds like our first dance I’m still writing letters I’ll never send to your hands [Verse 2 – fingerpicked guitar, faint background strings] I passed the bookstore where we spent our first Saturday You bought that poetry book with the tattered gray page The clerk asked if you’d be coming back soon I smiled and said "she’s just visiting the moon" [Pre-Chorus – piano swells, more prominent harmonies] I still order your favorite oat milk latte extra sweet Leave a seat open like you’re still here with me [Chorus – fuller arrangement, gentle drum beat, emotional vocals] Nicole, your name tastes like summer rain on concrete Nicole, I still talk to the moon like you’re next to me Every song on the radio sounds like our first dance I’m still writing letters I’ll never send to your hands [Interlude – soft piano solo, distant bird chirps] (Instrumental Solo) [Bridge – stripped-back guitar, intimate vocals] I found your old jacket in the back of my closet Smells like jasmine and the night we got lost I don’t know if you’re out there listening But I hope you know I’m still missing [Final Chorus – full band, soaring harmonies, emotional climax] Nicole, your name tastes like summer rain on concrete Nicole, I still talk to the moon like you’re next to me Every song on the radio sounds like our first dance I’m still writing letters I’ll never send to your hands [Outro – fading guitar strums, soft vocal hum] I’ll keep writing letters To my favorite memory