SEVEN SUMMERS I NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT

It started with one summer, one boy, and a friendship neither of us knew what to call.

Then summer ended.

We grew up.

Life happened.

Somehow, though, we kept finding our way back to each other.

For seven years, there were things I never said.

Things I almost said.

Things I wish I hadn't said.

And maybe, if you're reading this, you'll understand why some memories are easier to keep than to forget.

Seven summers. One story.

And a girl who probably should've known better.