The summer of my life

July 09, 2017

Second Chapter 

I have to admit for a minute I actually believed that we were meant to be.
I came back to visit him, and it just felt so good to be with him that I forgot all the problems we had. 
It was nice to feel loved by him, to be hugged by him, to feel unique and to feel like nothing could stop us. I honestly believed that our love was the strongest feeling in the world, I was deeply in love with him, I can't even explain it. 
It was the best summer of my life, we went on dates, we went to the beach, we went to the movies...
He presented me to his friends, he even presented me to his parents. It felt like this time things were going to work. 
I spent all summer with him and we were really happy. We made plans about the future, he told me how much he wanted to be with me, how much he wanted to build a life with me. 
He made me believe that I was the love of his life, and for a second I believed him. 
The devil knows how to trick you and this devil knew how to make me believe a lie. 
The truth is I was happy but this happiness was just a mirage, just a taste of love.
I think I was so in love with him, because I could be myself around him, I used to feel like he would never judge me and he was always there for me when I needed. 
He knew my flaws but he learned to live with them and I learned to live with his. I can't even describe the way I felt during that summer.
But all good things come to an end and when I had to get back home things started to get complicated. 


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