The Summer We Never Talked About

Summer is not a season.

Summer is every memory that refuses to leave.

It doesn't just leave sunburns on someone's skin. It leaves scars on someone's heart.

That's how Aivee describes loving someone.

Love is not always bright. It is not always warm, beautiful, or short-lived. Like summer, it leaves marks. Marks that shape a person long after the season has passed. Marks that quietly change you while you wait for another summer to come again.

But Aivee often wonders if summer is really just about summer.

To her, it is everything.

It is barely about the season itself.

It is a feeling.

A memory.

A friendship.

A person.

It is an endless collection of moments she could never forget, no matter how hard she tries to leave them behind.

So if one day a summer changes everything in her life, who is she supposed to blame?

The summers that came before it?

The person who left her and turned her brightest days into lonely ones?

The person who taught her what it felt like to be loved despite the unbearable heat of summer?

Or perhaps...

Some summers are never meant to be blamed.

Perhaps they are only meant to be never talked about.