I truly believe that in every girl’s life, there is that one golden summer where boys are finally looking back at you and you’re looking back. That moment in time when everything is right on the verge of happening; midnight talks and first love and longing, and the heartbreak that inevitably follows. And one summer, you somehow have a strong belief that things are about to change. You can’t figure out how. You just know that this summer would be different. Maybe the moon shines brighter. Or maybe all the stars are aligned.

Fray glimpses of moonlight brush upon the lake’s surface when we steal a stroll, tiptoeing across the garden. The earth feels so much softer on our feet. It’s just us. And the excitement of being together. Shadows are dancing frantically amidst bulky tree trunks and on the ground, desperately spreading around our little moment, but without a sound. Even the wind speaks in a hush voice. So carefree, we prance away, watching gleefully over each other, hoping this is not just another dream, and these moments would slip away.

I take a good look at your face, and speak in whispers, saying your name repeatedly on my lips so it would stay fresh. It was as if I were to wake up from a dream any second.

I’m afraid to blink. For the possibilities a blink might bring. But I think I’ll do it anyway, just to be sure. How are you doing this? Still standing right in front of me? Is this some sort of promise we’ve made before? Whatever it is, I don’t want this to end. But does summer really have to end? I’m having so much fun! What if we do this again? Not just in the summer, but also spring, fall, and winter.

Best

Irene