Summer Love

"He slept a summer by my side. He filled my days with endless wonder. He took my childhood in his stride. But he was gone when autumn came." -Fantine, Les Miserables

Summer love is a beautiful thing. Summer love is happiness. It's walking down the street, hand in hand, with no worries in the world. It's splashing each other in the pool and kissing under Fourth of July fireworks and playing volleyball in the sand and laughing and smiling and crying together. Summer love is slow dancing to The Luckiest by Ben Folds and two stepping to Wagon Wheel by Old Crow Medicine Show and it's playing with kids together and having them look up to us. Summer love is us talking on the phone for hours at night until we both fall asleep. Summer love is the letters we would write to each other with our darkest secrets and the way you would look at me from across the room. Summer love is you telling me that I am beautiful and strong and smart and stubborn. Summer love is you and me. Summer love is a beautiful thing until it's gone.

Summer love turned into the way that my heart filled with ache at the sound of your name. Summer love turned into me reading your letters and laughing and crying and wanting it all back. Summer love turned into you being with her and me being without a best friend. Summer love turned into lies and betrayals. Summer love turned into lack of trust. Summer love turned into fear of letting myself go. Summer love turned into me missing the way that you knew me and wanting it back but knowing that it's wrong. Summer love turned into me being broken.