we met in the summer
we met in the summer. when the sun was right above our head, when the scorching sand beneath our bare feet burnt.
we met in the summer. when we bared ourselves open, when we revealed our deepest secrets.
we met in the summer. when you gazed at me longingly as we kissed passionately.
“i love you” was what we both had said as soon as our lips parted. we laughed then you pressed your forehead against into mine. you gazed at me with the same deep, intense gaze, yet this time without a hint of longing gaze.
('how come you look so content even though this won't last long?' was the question i wanted to ask, but i didn't.
because i know that i shouldn't, if i want to keep this going, for as long as we could.)
and i know my intuition was never wrong.
because one day, when i woke up without your mint scent filling my nose, i already knew that it was bound to happen.
even so, i still ran desperately,
searched for your whereabouts thoroughly,
and prayed that you'd still be there at the end of the road.
“why?”
“you saw it coming, didn't you?”
i flinched; breath hitched.
all of the sudden, it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest, and all the questions i wanted to ask got stuck in my throat.
(you were there, after all; but what's the point?)
it almost felt like a dream, all these memories of you and me.
“see you.”
you walked away with a sad smile on your face.
even though you said nothing afterwards, i knew that our memories were blown away by the summer breeze.
it almost felt like we were never together, and all the time we spent was a blur.
but one thing i know for sure is,
we met in the summer.