Summer had gone so fast. I didn't even get a hold of summer because it seemed like it flashed like a lightning. I wasn't able to enjoy the summer waves, road escapades, and all of my summer activities when I was younger. I bet it is all because of adulting. I have so many things to accomplish even during summer than soaking myself on the beach.
When talking about summer, I also remembered my summer love. Do you have one too? I was so young back then that I could barely remember his face. But, I could remember that he is tall, slim, and has fair skin. I could remember him as someone funny and very talkative that he always talks about his favorite boy band, One Direction.
I met him when I was about 15 years old. I was at my father's hometown somewhere in Mindanao for a summer vacation. My grandparent's place is near the beach then there's this boy who always goes to our house. He and my Lolo are very close. We were introduced to each other and he accompanies me to different parts of the town. We go fishing, boating, camping outside with my cousins, and playing online games. We got so close that I felt like I'm having a crush on him.
I enjoyed the time I spent with him. I was so young to know what the sudden rush of my pulses whenever he looks at me or he gets closer to me meant. My heart flutters when he smiles because he had the most perfect smile I've ever seen. I feel butterflies in my stomach every time I hear him mention my name.
I hated how time flies so fast. I was already enjoying the strange feeling I had for the guy I met on my vacation. During the last week of my stay at Lola's place, I received a message from him, confessing his feelings for me. I was flabbergasted that I rolled over my bed and fell on the floor which made my Lola run upstairs and check on me. We are feeling the same towards each other. I am so happy.
The next day, we met on our rendezvous and made promises to each other. I remembered how that day went. It suddenly rained, it was like an opening for the coming of the rainy days. We hurried to the nearest kiosk and talked about the next summer. I remembered the emotions we had. The rain added sentiments to both of us. We are happy, excited, and sad.
We promised each other that when I come back, he will officially court me. Well, I was too young to expect and assume that he would keep his promise. I was heartbroken when I saw his Facebook post with a girl which he captioned with a sweet quote.
I could describe my summer love as warm, beautiful, and timely. It ended so soon just like how fast the rain fell on the first day of June. I thought there was another summer to come back with, but it will never be the same.
I could portray my summer love just like the sunset. No matter how beautiful it is, it still signifies the ending. My summer love ended beautifully, remarkably, and painful.
How about yours?
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Hi, it's me, Noelle! How are y'all doing?