A Thousand Words

Fading Summer

"He had once told me that my laugh was his most favorite thing about me. It was not my eyes, or my hair, or my way with words. It was my laugh.

He said that it reminded him of summer; the kind where the yearning for forever starts to settle in your soul. He said that when he hears it, it was like he was walking along the beach, feeling the embrace of the ocean breeze and his eyes filling with the same beautiful shade of blue as the sky. It reminded him of the way one reminisced about a summer romance that ended with the other person being left in brokenness, the pieces of their heart scattered like seashells on the shore.

But what he didn't know is that this laugh only existed when I was with him; when he was by my side. Whenever I'm near him, I feel so light, and I can't help but laught; to let him know I was happy that he was there. That he loved me.

But I just reminded him of summer. And people cannot live in just one season for their whole lives, can they? We are fragile creatures destined to search for the things we don't know yet. He soon got tired of sunny skies and sand-filled nights.

He wanted to experience spring, and fall, and winter. He wanted to hear new laughter; one that will introduce him to a new season; a season that didn't include me.

We all keep a very tight grip on summer, we never want it to end. But everything has to, at some point.

So just like the way the sunset fades to black, his love for me withered. And just like a song, we came to an end.

I know he truly loved summer.

And I truly loved him too." - miranda j.