Sun Goes Down on Summer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

my interpretation of the seasonal change from summer to fall/winter

I was never an emotional guy.
I never believed in those feelings – feelings you read in books or see in movies and T.V.
Feelings so strong they sweep you off your feet, make your mind dizzy, make you blind.
Feelings that make you thrilled and elated one moment and depressed and lonely the next.
Everything I believed in, out the window it went - the moment I laid eyes on Summer.
 
Summer Graves - a magical sight, delicate creature, one of a kind- took me by surprise.
I can still smell her shampoo from the very day I met her at camp Weeponiske’s orientation.
She was all I needed, all I wanted – she was mine.
Every day – 8 p.m. she would receive a phone call; a phone call that lasted in an hour or two or till the wee hours of the night.
We spent every second together – under the tree, on the swings, eating dinner or just playing cards.
Everything was unbelievable
But unbelievable doesn’t last forever.
 
On one cloudy August night – the last day of camp – Summer’s darkest secret was revealed. 
A secret called acute myelogenous leukemia.
If her telling me didn’t convince me, taking off her wig sure did.
Tomorrow would mark the penultimate month of her life; the last day of summer.
My heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.
So many thoughts rushed into my head – who will I be, what shall I do without Summer?
I felt the world crash before my eyes.
I was so sure that Summer would be here forever.
But reality is, nothing ever is – it’s the circle of life.
 
Before I lost all hope I watched the sunset, like I did many times - but tonight was different
Tonight I understood what I was watching – what the purpose, meaning of the sunset really was.
Hope.
No matter how tragic or horrific the previous day was, there will always be hope for a better tomorrow.
Hope is what I shall have; it is what I shall feel,
Hope for another Summer.
 


Submitted: October 04, 2010

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