That summer seemed to last forever. Sunlight and stolen kisses, smoking blunts and making wishes under the vast skies… I miss it all.
Her laugh was the soundtrack of June to July, how we coincidentally met at the park when no one was around. She liked tequila, and I liked whiskey. She was into romance and I loved a good horror. She dreamed of becoming an actress, and I wanted nothing more than to be an elementary school teacher. She was nothing like I had hoped. But we hit it off. There were no sparks, as they say, but I felt the flame inside of me burn for once in my life. That excitement that could never be bottled up again; an emotion that has appeared and disappeared in a single month. The best month of my life.
I remember taking her home that same night, asked her if I could cook her dinner. Like all first dates, it was an epic disaster. An ear-splitting sound of the smoke alarm and burnt steaks, but she laughed and all of a sudden, everything was okay. We ate ice cream and watched a random cheesy flick on the TV set.
And just like that, I was in love. The simplicity of what the heart craves amazes me to this day. Five seconds seemed like forever. I was lost in her maze, trapped in her fiery touch, liberated by her lips and high off of her scent. We knew nothing about each other, but who would argue that this wasn’t love? She said I made her feel alive, and I know that she brought me to life. Each night, a different story. Each night, we’d see different constellations. Finished off a new kind of liquor. Wrote a new chapter in this poetic collision we called fate.
But as all good stories, there must be a final sentence. I didn’t know that she would leave me so soon. Who knew that life could transform into a villain almost impossible to defeat? I heard of her death; I fell to my feet and mourned the loss of the soul mate I could never call my own.
I walked down the aisle, and I said my vows. Kissed the lips of a woman I’d promise to be with, until death do us part. But as I stand on the shoreline of the beach that we once shared, I knew then, and always will know a simple fact… Sunsets will always remind me of her. That summer lasted forever. In fact, it never truly ended.
Our story lives on, and the sun will rise yet again.