How can something almost so great start and end too soon?
One movie marathon night, my friends and I decided to watch "The Notebook" and fell inlove with the movie (for them, once more, for me, the first). Right after the movie, I stood up like one of those fools you see in movies or TV shows and invitingly said, "Let's go find our summer love!"
Days after, I found someone who defined that term. All of a sudden, out of the blue, someone showed me how special I can be, made me feel interesting, created a great bond, let me know what an almost perfect person I have found, and raised the possibility that I can once again fall inlove.
Weeks passed, feelings grew, contests happened--guessing games... "What am I wearing?"... And a sur-prize materialized right in front of me. Our hearts grew and got drunk with our feelings until those three words were uttered.
Days seemed to be incomplete without each other though distance kept our hands away from each other. Yet, our hearts beat as one.
Movies, parties, games, travels, food, alcohol, karaoke, pictures, presents...
Then, there were doubts, "third parties," friend issues, and the evanescent magic between us. Tears fell, goodbyes were bid, and nights were colder.
Summer love, it was. Sometimes, when I look back at those magical words uttered, I somehow wish that it'd be summer everyday... But it seems impossible, now. We don't know for sure. One thing I'm certain at the moment of writing this: I miss you.
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