Quila_Luna
"I watched him build the world I dreamed of, without ever knowing. He was already a part of it."
Echoes of an Older Summer means loving Frost in a way that never really learned how to leave.
He is my old summer-the season of my life when everything still felt simple, even when I didn't understand what I was feeling. The time when I looked at him like he was something permanent. Like he would always be there in the background of my growing years, steady and unchanging.
He was warmth I didn't know I was already depending on.
But summer doesn't stay the same forever.
And neither did we.
We changed. We broke in silence. We loved without naming it, hurt each other without meaning to, and lost pieces of what we were before we even realized we were losing them.
He left in ways that felt like protection, and I stayed behind trying to understand why love sometimes feels like distance.
Yet even when that season ended, its echoes stayed.
The echo is every memory that refuses to fade:
The way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't noticing
The safety I felt when he was near
The jealousy I never admitted
The comfort of his voice saying my name
The way his presence always felt like home
The pain of not being chosen clearly
The love I never fully confessed but always carried
An echo is something that is gone, but still returns when everything is quiet.
That is Frost to me.
Even when he is not beside me, I still feel him in the silence. Even when I try to move on, I find him in every familiar place. Even when I tell myself I should forget, my heart remembers first.
Frost is not just someone I loved.
He is the love I grew up with.
He is the boy who became a wound I never stopped touching.
He is the summer that ended but never stopped echoing inside me.