|... " At Least I Can Say That I've Tried To Tell You I'm Sorry For Breaking You're Heart."|
The first of a series of short love stories about people in my life, (who will all remain anonymous). Love seems to be the common denominator with everyone around me. All of them are having very different times, some in love, some falling out, but all creating their own storybooks .
Peace & Love Claire
1. 7 Summers
After seven summers, she fell in love again. I’m sure he hoped it would be with him, but this time, her heart wanted to summer somewhere else, with someone else.
I’ve never met someone with such a lust for passion, for fun, for the first kiss feeling, for living once. A person that dances, and really spins in a packed club, with no worries, no fears. She is always there for the moment, for you.
We haven't been friends for very long, a year and a half maybe. But our friendship alone has been like a fast love affair. We met, hadn't been apart really, and we stay in touch like sisters would.
I’m not sure I have met a man more in love with a girl so obviously and genuinely in my life. Comfortable and able to have real moments, in front of others. As an onlooker, I imagine he only saw her over that dinner table one long night in South Beach. He moved his wine, grabbed her hand, looked her in the eye, and said, “te amo, mi amor,” at a dinner table of 7.
The summer is over now, fall always brings nostalgia, or a lust for new beginnings, or both. She follows her passions, because thats the only way she knows how to live. It's the only way she feels honest. They cant hashtag 7 summers anymore. But she will hashtag something beautiful, with someone perfect for her right then.