(30) Days of You

You are my Summer.

I remember old school music and beer. A busted taillight at 3AM. My happiest birthday yet, a surprise sunflower and a hardbound book. I remember singing in your car and virtual hugs. Our impromptu lunches, our planned Saturday nights, and Lamborghini Diablo. Waking up to your good morning text and sleeping with your wish of sweet dreams. I remember your warm hands, your serious look when you drive, and how the corners of your eyes crinkle when you smile.

I remember you.

Summer had 500 days. We only had 30. But we sure made it count.


(100 words)

© Isabel M. Casas 20091025