Summer Love

They say Summer Love Burns as bright as the July Fourth Fireworks leaving a spectacle for the stars to smile about and in that same moment it will fade back into the dark leaving a lasting impression on your soul...

Sitting on the roof cigarette smoke gently touching the night sky as I look back up at the night sky that once shared the moments of tender, love and care those many moons when I was younger. Your name still lingers on my tongue when the night lights shine these desolate nights. I take another puff of the cigarette smiling as I remember when we took those photo booth pictures making random faces to each other as two teenagers with all the answers for the game of love. We laughed at all the people who stared at with crazy faces as we held hands and smiled, young love in full affect. L.O.V.E. was the movement how those moments were as innocent as our first kiss. We held our hearts with so much pride once upon a time. I still talk to the moon asking it to send you kisses and love like we used to say to each other when our nights weren't being shared...

At times I lay in bed remembering the last time I spent with you lying on my chest with tears as you looked out the window telling me that this was the end. I could feel your heavy heart drenched in tears and silent screams. I stayed strong for you and let you know that the future isn't written until we put the pen to the paper. Our hands clasped as I told you, "Lets write a story we can both be happy with." We were naive but growing up is a process and hard lessons are best learned. When you said goodbye that day I felt that this could be for the last time but I hoped and believed in the love we shared...

Just like most summer love we laughed, we smiled, we kissed, we hoped and believed before reality found its place in our world. When the pen first starting writing our story we held so tightly to our hearts but our world begin to build a whole new world outside of our summer dreams. We let the ink dry up in our pens as the next summer came and with it new stories we wrote without each other in it. I know we both look back at old pictures and memories remembering how in one summer we loved and though it may not be shining it was a moment where L.O.V.E. was more then just a word, it was a word that we brought to LIFE!

Dear Moon,
Carry these feelings of love to her soul and may she feel loved and know that my love for her will never be lost. Live Free, Love Strong and Grow to be the woman I know you will be...I love you still....

Farewell,
Summer Love