A Writer's Notebook / Collection of Short Stories

Until Next Summer [🇺🇸]

DATE: 07/07/2023

The sand under my feet was burning. During the whole day the warm summer sun had shone on it. I quickly ran towards the shore to dig my legs into the water. The clash of the fresh waves against my skin was very comforting. Since I was a child I loved the sound of the breaking waves. It was a strong and powerful sound, yet so relaxing.
I started walking a few steps along the beach. The sand I was stepping on now was wet. It adapted its shape to my feet while I saunted over it. The sun was bothering me, so I was looking down. But for a short moment I turned back and looked up. As I expected he was there, following me. Sam had just left our tote-bag between some rocks and was coming in my direction. When he stepped into the water he moaned a bit and looked at the sky.
"Okay, this is good. I think I burned my soles."
I had to chuckle a bit, which made him give me a confused gaze.
"You know,", I explained, "you're hella cute. But also a bit dumb sometimes." I laught teasing him.
He first rolled his eyes as if he was kinda mad, but then just joined my laughter, grabbed my waist and lifted me up. While holding me towards the clear blue sky. I looked down at him and our eyes met. I loved his smile so incredibly much. His eyes wrinckled so cute. I put some of his curly bangs out of his face while he slowly and carefully let me down again. Then I kissed him. I swear every time his lips touched mine it felt like time was freezing. Even if all I felt inside is my blood burning and my heart racing.
Sam was the first guy who ever had made me feel that way. He wasn't my first teenage love, and I knew he wouldn't be my last. But he definetly was the one. How could I possibly know that though? I mean, I'm only eighteen. But once you've felt it, you just know. Actually, it was very easy. He made it easy. He never rushed or pressured me. He just loved me the way I was. Since I met him last summer he had always been there for me. He listened to me, made some of his stupid jokes which drove me crazy, but honestly always brightened my mood. Somehow he just existed. And I loved to exist in his presence. I loved him.
Slowly I opened my eyes to look again into his. And after some seconds, that felt like eternity, I leaned forward to kiss him again. I just didn't wanna let go of this moment.
When I opened my eyes again, his blushing face wasn't infront of mine anymore. There only was the ceiling of my new college room. I sighted. Then I stood up and went over to the sink and looked into the mirror. My blue hair strains were almost dissapeared. Summer had ended and now I found myself in a whole new country, miles away from Sam. I had no idea how long a long-distance relationship could work. Even last year, just by living in different cities, we had basically lost contact over the school semesters. How would it be now? I guess I would have to find out. But at least I knew he would be there next july, waiting for me at California's beach, where we had had our very first kiss together before senior year. That was our spot. We owned that place. And we owned summer. No matter what would happen this year in college, I knew I could always return to the sunny shore and Sam's warm smile.