Dear Summer,
You've been so brutally hot.
I drove through your Florida storms,
walked between the raindrops,
letting thunder keep time
with thoughts I could never quite silence.
Every mile became a question.
Every sunset, a rehearsal.
Every rainbow, a reminder
that beauty often arrives
only after the sky has exhausted itself.
My future sat quietly
in the passenger seat,
while my heart wandered
to the woman I love.
In a few short months,
I'll ask the biggest question
I've ever carried.
A single sentence
that could become the beginning
of forever...
or the memory
of the bravest thing
I ever dared to say.
People spend their lives
trying to outrun regret,
but I've learned
regret weighs far more
than rejection ever could.
Some dreams ask
for comfort.
The important ones
ask for courage.
So if the rain must fall,
let it.
If my hands tremble,
let them.
Because some moments
are worth every heartbeat
they steal from us.
And if love is a leap,
then I'd rather fly
than spend the rest of my life
wondering what the sky
might have felt like.
