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The trouble with summer love is that it is never meant to last. Summer loves end for myriad reasons, they begin for only one.
Like a sunrise, you never see it coming, but when it happens it changes the way you see the world.
You remember your dreams.
You remember the way they made you feel.
You remember why you fell asleep in the first place.
It wasn't just to see her again. The way her eyes made you feel as if she held you with her soul. The way her smile made you feel like a boy. The way her laughter made you feel like you mattered.
You fell asleep to stage your dreams for her. You fell asleep to write her love letters in the dark.
You fell asleep to hold her in that realm of forever where no one could steal her away. You fell asleep looking forward to seeing her again.
You wake before sunrise wrapped in blankets that only offer a fraction of the comfort your dreams provide, and you cling to those shadowed memories.
You keep your eyes closed in a vain attempt to gather the scattered pieces of night to string together the parts of the story that you can't remember.
The trouble with summer love is that it is never meant to last. Summer loves end for myriad reasons, and like dreams and true love they begin for only one.
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