Hello and Good bye Summer âĄ
Iâm starting to write again and Iâm writing about you. This is the first from the sea of letters that will fill this corner and I intend that youâll be the first one Iâd write to.
It would be odd to start this with hello and a good bye, but it is just appropriate since you came unexpectedly early and I was meant to leave before the sun burn me.
It was kind of sad to know that even before I began writing these feelings out, it shall come to end sooner, rather than later but I opt not to deal about it right now; because this love letter is about you.
To call you love is premature but I will call you love anyway, at least until this letter reaches good bye, I know calling you love a silly try.
To me you are summer. My unrequited, secret, summer love. ClichĂ© as it seems, but I started feeling and writing again because of you. And if itâs not the sun kissing my pale cheeks, I think they call it blushing that happens a lot when youâre around. Though Iâd take both statements as true, because you are like the sun who lights up dark alleys just by walking through.
It must be the weather that is making me feel all of these butterflies. Perhaps, because this is the first time after the long hiatus that I get to admire someone in a close distance. The proximity in the first three weeks that I get to see you and be near you on a daily basis, in a time of the day when I am most honest with my feelings, and I must admit that I could stare at you all day without you noticing that I intend to do it more than necessary.
I guess itâs the way you say my name, with all the add ons you attribute to it and yet you say it like itâs no specialâ but to me, it is still different. I missed it now by the way. Those three weeks were the best, Iâd have to say.
I guess itâs the playful sound of your laugh, your lame punchlines that I still find funny and the side stories you spill. Maybe itâs also with your smile, your picturesque smile that I donât see much in your instagram.
Iâve never been so attracted to someone who stands perfectly fine needless of effort, and who knows what he is saying without bragging. Your confidence, your beautiful mind, the kind of love you haveâ they are all hard to find.
My poems lately are all about you, but now that season is over, having these feelings are clearly delusional. I have to start unlearning my habit of looking at you like youâre some kind of magic. I know from the start to hope that we could turn into something else was made for my wildest dreams.
I have to admit that I liked you since day one, even after knowing that your heart belongs to someone. I daydream of spending sunsets by the beach with you, I dream of knowing more about you and the story behind your tattoo. Even when season is over, you will always be the prettiest thing that has ever happened to me this summer.
One of these days I must leave, but I will watch you shine, doing what you do best, like the sun in a summer day, as I sail far, far away.
This is my hello, love. Now youâll understand why it is also my good bye.
PS. This is the secret that I can never be reckless enough to let you know.
