A lazy Sunday afternoon persuaded for a delicious watermelon and iced drinks.
Slowly, when the evening curtains were pulled across the horizon, the scorching summer sun hid and ethereal purple hue glittered up and the twinkling little stars lit the night sky.
"Remembers the stars. I'll come to you like the summer sky."
I circled around to see who was speaking, only to realize that my mind surfaced some long forgotten word buried deep within me. The night sky above triggered me to remember those words.
"Isn't the stars pretty?" He walked up to me. Yes, after all we promised not to miss the star shower tonight.
"Doesn't it look like a huge canvas painted with a purple dipped brush? It's beautiful." I exclaimed in awe as I fixed my eyes upon that magnificent sky above.
"Cool night breeze after the scorching afternoon. Summer ain't cruel after all." he gleamed as he turned to me, awaiting my agreement.
"Well, the long length of day making us wait isn't bad after all for such a beautiful night to behold." I replied.
"Hmm." He nodded and continued "summer is kind enough to lengthen its daylight for us to take a good look at what spring sowed before it's leave. The liveliness of spring still sits enthroned in the summer sky"
"Surely it does" I extended my hands towards the shimmering sky, "I want to remember the stars. I want to remember this sky, and when he arrives next time, I want to remember him vividly like this night sky"
"Who arrives?" He questioned, lifting himself up from the fluffy grass we were lying down upon. "Why are you so afraid of forgetting things?"
"I keep forgetting these days." I answered "I can't afford to keep forgetting. Since I remembered today, I don't want it to bury down, but keep surfacing each time I tend to forget. I must remember the stars to remember him when he comes to me like the summer sky."
As I spoke, I felt teardrops rolling down my cheeks.
I couldn't at that moment comprehend what I was saying and why so desperately I wanted to remember that night sky.
Deep down, I was afraid; afraid if the summer would be selfish to take away it's beauty and never return. I was afraid the next time summer approaches, it'll be again new to me. I was afraid if the summer sky trades my memory in exchange for the pleasure of staring at it.
I was afraid I'll forget the person beside who made my summer beautiful, the next time he comes.
