The opposite of beauty is pain.

"When the seed is planted our love takes form. When the first shoot grows so does our love. When the flower blossom our love blossoms too, and the beauty of us can outshine every rose as i flies like the fairytales of the white dove. But when the rose dies, so does our love as we watch the pedals fall. As the love crumbles and go lost. The beauty of us was a seasonal bliss and like they say, "The winner takes it all". We where beautiful and so is our pain. Because those to are the only opposites that can ever be one and the same."

It was a summer fling, one of the most wonderful summer flings she'd ever had. It was like from the moment everything started she knew this would be a story she would tell her grandchildren. This would be her "First love" story and she would relish in every moment she got to remember it. It was cheesy and it was ridiculous but she thought from time to time that if she could go back again and get to change anything from that summer, she wouldn't. She wouldn't change a thing about what had happened. She'd let herself continiue living her little forever summer dream and she'd let herself relish in every second of it. Of him.