last summer when i was busy falling in love with you, i couldn’t see anything else. when we gathered in the living room sitting cross legged, you turned off the lights, we sat there in the dark, sharing where our pain begins and ends. and summer is about realising that —— yes, i was alone before you, but there you were with your brown eyes and wide hands, open and i prayed to never be alone again.
the memories change, the love adapts and suddenly you’re 22 and actually really, really scared. scared that the memories don’t look the same in pictures as they do in your head, that summer slipping away means you’ll have to navigate your years alone. but the secret is, those memories still happened. they are still sweet in the palm of your hand, they exist. even when you’re hurting about summer passing, remember that it belonged to you. and it happened to you. and for a brief period, it was all yours. and next year, it will be yours once more.
It’s beginning to get warmer now, which to me, means the hope gets brighter. Do not forget this simple truth. The garden that grow for you have been waiting for you. The person you will love is standing on a corner thinking of you, waiting somewhere in this world. there are still stories to tell. still hands to hold. still summers waiting. the fields lay empty, waiting for us to join them. to live. to breathe. to create it all.
Written By: Madeline
Edited By: Amberlyn
