Summer

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I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. Still taste you on my skin. I remember the way you smiled at the morning sun when you told me you loved me. And the way the streetlights shined in your tears the day you told me you were leaving.

It was midnight. We were getting ice cream. The moon was bright. Cars sped by as we sat in the parking lot. You looked up, and that's when I saw it. The stream of tears flooding down your cheeks. I wanted to wipe them away. You looked so sad. Like a painting. Something I couldn't touch. Something I wasn't allowed to touch.

It was a summer romance. I was lonely. You were bored. You kissed me and it tasted like strawberries. You held me and it felt like a drug. We talked until we couldn't keep our eyes open. You made me feel like I was alive for the first time. Did you feel it too? The sparks. The fireworks. The butterflies flittering in the golden sun. The sun as golden as your hair. Being with you felt like walking on air. Did you feel it too? Did you feel the ground fall from beneath your feet? Letting you glide and soar. Did you feel any of it? Did you think of it when you said goodbye? Did you even say goodbye?       

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