Summer Of '69

Song Inspiration:
Summer Of '69 by Bryan Adams

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It's mid-August and I'm driving 50 miles under the summer heat. The wind breeze against my face though is somehow refreshing.

Ten minutes earlier, I passed an old-looking flower shop just by the outskirts of town and I knew I had to stop; the smell of good flowers immediately embraced me as I entered.

I picked the violet-colored ones to buy. Tulips, she loved them.

Just thinking about her never fails to send me butterflies, up until now.

With my other hand holding the steering wheel, I reached for the bundle of flowers beside me —the lovely smell of petals instantly uplifting me as I smelled it.

I can't wait to see her.

As I continued traveling the seemingly deserted country road, I heard a familiar tune on the stereo.

It's our favorite song playing.

I turned the volume up and let myself be wrapped by the overwhelming feeling of what feels like a thousand memories.

I can still picture them in my head —the day we met, the most vivid one.

It was this time of that year, the summer of '69 . . .

She just turned 18.

I wasn't even invited to her debut party but what's important is that I was there.

She's been beautiful to the eyes of the many ever since, but her beauty that night was just unequal.

I knew I had to dance with her.

Through fate and a sprinkle of luck, I had my chance.

I saved enough courage and asked for her hand.

The music just changed and all the others were slowly dancing to the classic tune.

At first, she hesitated for my request.

I was just a nobody after all, and we haven't met yet. But again, luck and fate was with me that night.

I wasn't much of a dancer myself, well I could say the same to her.

The dance was awkward but it didn't matter at that moment whilst our feet were moving opposite each other and against the tempo, 'cause our souls were in tune.

I knew I love her ever since then.

I pursued her. How could I not?

I knew she was too good for someone like me; she's too flawless, and too perfect, and too good of a person.

But maybe not. I mean, she's a theif.

I saw she stole my heart.

So, for the sake of reason I demanded to get it back —what she stole, or decided that we could just switch and I would rather have hers.

The latter was more appealing.

Therefore, I did everything to achieve that —to achieve her.

And, I did just that.

I was especially brave during my youth. Ambitious, yes, but brave enough to fight for her.

Even though we already agreed to have our vows of forever, it wasn't happy ending yet.

I may not be Romeo, but she was Juliet.

Her parents weren't much of a fan to our love team.

They would never allow their precious daughter to just end up to the likes of me —a poor and worthless boy.

So, they did everything to separate us.

They were planning to bring her far away to study for college, but mostly just to get her away from me.

They thought that would end us, but we knew better.

Nothing could.

The night before they'll took her away, we sneaked out of her house and left together, for good —our getaway car bound to the unknown.

I had her, and that's all that mattered.

We lived a happy life.

It wasn't always clear skies and rainbows, but that was supposed to be part of it.

That was the most magical 40 years of my life. It was a love story.

. . . The blinking green light snapped me out.

I drove straight, and after a few turns I arrived at my destination.

I parked my car under the shade of a standing tree and brought the flowers with me, smelling it again as I entered the gate.

It's so quiet and peaceful. The air seems cooler, calm.

I looked around. It seems like I'm the only person here —alive at least.

I decided to go find her tomb.

It's getting dark. The sun's already about to set, painting the sky a shade of red and yellow.

I found the cemented structure with her name on it written, a white cross sitting just above it.

I put the flowers in front of it and smiled.

I missed you babe.

—fin—

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