A Summer of Love

Original Writing

I’ll remember this summer as the summer of love. It’s defined by the taste of your coffee-stained lips under a city sunset and falling in love with those eyes so deep, floating amidst Venus. I’ll remember this summer by the touch of your fingertips tracing an intoxicating path down my shirt. I’ll remember this summer as the summer I fell in love with the idea of falling for someone as tragically endearing as you.

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