Sing to me

This summer broke my heart

      At first, for me, it was a regular summer romance: you come on vacation, meet some beauty and, after three months, break up because at the very beginning you did not promise each other anything. But this summer broke my heart.       I saw her on a starry night walking along the beach in a white dress. She walked slowly, enjoying the cool sand under her feet. I decided not to hesitate. I picked a red hibiscus flower from a nearby bush and when I caught up with her, I got down on one knee and offering to date with me gave this flower. She laughed. Probably, at that moment I fell in love but didn't realize it. That dark night her laughter and her smile — they stole my heart.       I didn't ask her name, her age, or why she agreed to my rules — we've been dating for 3 months and after forget each other. Probably, I was afraid to hear the answers, I was afraid that if I knew them, she would become real to me and I would not be able to let her go.       I didn't want summer to end. I drove away the thought that this fairy tale would end soon and reality will hit me hard. I just caught her every look, every move and every breath, I made love to her like it was the last time putting all those feelings that lurked somewhere deep inside me.       But waking up on the thirty-first of August alone in a cold and empty bed I realized that this summer broke my heart. It tore it out of my chest, smashed it on the stone floor and was not going to return it. Pain, despair and fear — all feelings invested in a short "No" that flew from my lips.

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      "Hey, what are you" she appeared at our bedroom with a mug of hot coffee.       "Don't leave me," I said quietly. "Stay with me, I can't lose you, I love you, don't leave me."       "I love you too," she answered, smiling that very smile that heals all wounds and makes hearts beat again.       This summer broke my heart, but also this summer I believed in love again.