21 December 2007
♥ summer lovin' had me a blast.
There's nothing to be ashamed of. I don't know what they're teaching you up there, but it's okay to know what you want, and it's okay to get it. What we had was dirty, sexy; raw and real. It was that inexplicable thing: the purest of attractions: sheer physical beauty, the kind that left you captivated, motionless, until the world around us disappeared and it was nothing but you and me. We could experience pleasure, pain, and anything between: for those nights, those moments of ecstasy and euphoria, we were the masters of our own fate; we were bound only by our own carnality. And when summer ended, and it was time for you to go, I was left with your memory: the way you smell, taste, the touch that left me shivering in the dark. Nothing can change what happened, and nothing ever should. Those hot summer nights at the pool, the places we found ourselves when we least expected it, the things you whispered in my ear, are things we shouldn't ever forget. I've moved on with my life and you've moved on with yours, but this was no accident. We are captains of the rest of our lives, and no one else will ever be the wiser.
12/21/2007
