Summer time
The summer was around the next corner and with this, the pretty small city of Chico turn to a gosthing town during this season.
My best friend and I planned go to LA for stay around for a week and my love planned to catch me in Santa Monica. Exciting for start this dream trip, I couldnât take out of my head a fantasy scene about a great and romantic kiss from my habibi at the peir and getting up to the Ferris wheel.
From the north to the south, I visited counties as Long Beach where my auntie lives, Anaheim for sneak peak hookah places, Huntington for drive around the beach with my BF and take the sun, Rancho Cocamunga for visited a friends and spent all day long at aquatic park and San Diego for took a tea time at the Joya. More over, Los Angeles for drove around the hills, felt kissed by the sun and step at the walk of fame.
Finally, Santa Monica for met to him at the pier. So, I was there, walked at the end of the trail but he didnât appear. With a fantasy broken, and the moon as witness, I cleaned my tears and delete his name of my dreams.
Later, I received a call from him when I back to the hotel. He apologize because couldnât make it. I was pretty deep hurt and told him I donât have and wonât spend time anymore with games.
We couldnât say goodbye face to face. He back to his country for summer and I took a flight to Chicago. My life is a continual voyage and I donât make stops for too long.













