I look at my body. I still have tan lines from that damn summer. An artist could replicate my beautiful blue one-piece swimsuit by just looking at the white spots on my skin next to the caramel ones. Although I have taken many flights and travel great distances, my skin does not lie. Neither does my heart. Summer was just yesterday.
It has not been long enough. I still ache from those summer memories. I find myself dancing the nights away, wishing that my dance partner’s biceps were yours. Wishing that I could hang my arms around your neck and let myself loose on you like I used to. Wishing that this was still San Francisco, before everything went horribly wrong, before life forced love out of my life.
I had finally found love. I had finally discovered butterflies in my stomach. I had finally felt that I actually had a heart inside my chest. You dared to steal my breath. But you also damn dared to ghost on me during the worst moment of my life. I hate you, and I hate how much I fell for you on that damn summer of love 2017.
My heart still has tan lines from that well damn condemned summer. But as winter comes, like the tan lines on my skin, they will eventually fade…