summer-love

What if just you and I hung out, like last summer?" Nick sat up and began twirling a lock of my wet hair around his finger. "Josh never needs to know.

The first summer that we spent together,we did so many obscene things to each other, thatby the end of it, the trees blushed a shy shade of scarlet,leaves falling to the ground, scandalized by our acts.

In the summer, we write life__ summary with the slow waves of love flowing over the sandy beach. The slow breeze and the warm sun write our memories.

She wasn't his girlfriend. She was his bubblegum girl--only fun until she lost her flavor.

we met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes(I swear they are even if you--think otherwise): stormscalm ones, calmer than my--raging coals, empty and deadyou speak of souls like you believealways an optimist in pessimisticskin of ivory and titanium mesh...

The smell of hyacinths in the summer night air. At this moment, standing here with a boy I just met who already feels like home, I am overwhelmed with city love.

The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.

I'm tired of their plastic pony show.

When she remembered a summer it would be this one. When she remembered love it would be his.