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Dear Summertime Love,
I should have known you weren’t mine to lose. With every avoided question of the future, with the reply of “let’s just live in the now”. With every “you deserve so much better than me, I’m no good for you”. I wanted to believe in the best of you, the you I got to see while tangled in the sheets and your guard was down. Those fleeting moments always gave me hope. When you held me and gazed into my eyes you made me feel things I’d never felt before. The sweet words whispered in my ear; I had cherished them all. The secret meetings behind the mall, I’d always cancel my plans to be at your beck and call. I thought what we had could last and you could have been the one, but I guess I was just living for the hope of it all. I thought wanting was a enough, but I know better now. I was young and naïve; I couldn’t see what was right in front of me. With every avoided question and deflection, you were avoiding a conversation that made you uncomfortable, it would make you face the decisions you had made. The decision to toy with my heart while knowing I was all in. I should have listened. You were no good for me, you made me believe in a lie. While your words were vague your actions you cannot excuse. Every time you pulled me close, whispered the sweetest words and looked into my eyes like there was nowhere else you would rather be, what was I supposed to think? How could you go all that to not even looking at me when you walk by? When school started you dropped me like I was nothing and I guess to you I was. Your sweet nothings were just a distraction to keep me around. I should have known I was a distraction, a consolation prize for not being able to have her. No longer do I wear rose colored glasses and I hope neither does she.
Sincerely,
Augustine