So much for summer love and saying “us”
’Cause you weren’t mine to lose — Taylor Swift
It was summer when we first met and talked in the quiet hours of the night. Our words whispered through the screens of our phones, where each message sent is a stolen kiss, each message typed by our fingers is a touch felt in our skin, and our hearts and minds conversed secretly and concealed that no one knew, but we felt deeply within. We truly felt it deeply. I know…
Under the glowing screens of our phones and silent notifications from your messages, I felt free and flying from the idea of unending love I had once dreamed of. Secretly smiling under the cover of my bed and secretly meeting you behind the mall. The stolen kiss between us was a fleeting moment of pure magic — not until I realized you were never mine to begin with.
I truly lost my mind during the summer; it was a short time of illicit love between me and you that became a lost page in your book. Touches that once ignited sparks between us became distant echoes of a past fascination, and kisses became bittersweet memories of a requited love. I wouldn’t be happy that, once in your summer, I was your Augustine, who was livin’ for the hope of it all.
The summer ends, but here is my heart, rusting. I was thinking, You weren’t mine to lose.
Augustine
