this got lost on deviantart but i found it. :)

sometimes you get tired of lying down at the beach, waiting for your skin to be painted a pigment darker by the scorching sun that you decide to find an escape, a place cold for a change.sometimes the weather gets too cold, and you have to get your white coat out, pulling it tighter around your body.sometimes they take you out for hot chocolate, adhering you to the occasional giggles from satirical jokes, and laughter to diminish your contemplations about choosing this story for your summer.sometimes you see two hands in each other’s clutches, a kiss underneath the lamp post, a perfect scene, from a cliché winter movies. Sometimes you wished that you were cliché.sometimes a guy comes up to you, shaking your hand with a sporadic hearty handshake mumbling his name while gazing intently in your eyes, sometimes you can’t help but let out a blush, big enough to make you realize that you are blushing.sometimes you would go watch a musical at the local theatre with him by your side, and he would tell you that you’ll get a happy ending just like the characters in the musical did. sometimes he would promise you that reality would undeniably surprise you.sometimes you would watch movies at night and he would move right beside you, and talk about things that only you could understand.sometimes you would dress up in a white gown, feeling like a Cinderella and your prince would walk up to you, smile and escort you to your fairytale, at least for one night.sometimes he would wait outside in the dark, to say his goodbyes before you leave. you would attempt to play hard to get but your smile gave it away, and he would come to your room late at night to play a few rounds of Chinese poker.sometimes it gets even colder, and he’d offer his jacket to you. you smiled and shook your head but he would put it on you anyways. remember the Goosebumps you had? The rampant feeling inside of you spelling out the three words that you have yearn of hearing since the beginning of forever?sometimes you get lost in the airport upon going home and he would be there texting you, consoling you that you’re only a few steps away from gate 28 and when you look up you see gate 28 right in front of you. sometimes you’d smile and wondered how he knew. there are questions which shall always be left unanswered .sometimes he would text you when you get back, the occasional how are yous, and hows your morning appearing consequently on your mailbox as the days of your summer lure to an end.sometimes he’d say i miss you as the sun sets, and you’d wake up knowing that out there someone is irrevocably in love with you.sometimes he would ask you out to watch sci fi with him on a saturday. you’ve never liked sci fi, but you’d pretend to, and he would be thrilled counting the days ’til saturday while you break the news to your best friend and she’d offer to come a day before and help you pick out what to wear. What if saturday never comes?sometimes you’d have the urge to give up, to leave the summer behind and to transcend all memories into oblivion at the peak of futility where they belong.but sometimes, you’d have the faith to believe that he’ll come back if not tomorrow. He’ll run towards you, just like he did while you were camping out underneath the immaculate stars. He’ll look intently at your eyes, just like when you first met. He’ll smile just like the many times he did during your summer adding the cherry on top of your perfect fairytale. He’d say I love you, just like he did when you both were in love, and now when you’re both still in love.

tell me about that summer. the summer that was only just a few days away from yesterday. the summer that was yesterday, tomorrow, and happily ever after.