I’ve kissed someone who ended up breaking my heart, who loved me but not in the same way or capacity as I loved them. I’ve kissed someone whose kiss I never expected but whose kiss sent a shiver down my spine, goose bumps across my body and butterflies to my stomach.

There’s a trail of broken hearts leading from my past to my present but I think it’s leading me somewhere good, to a place where it’s all going to be worth it.

For now, I want to escape and inhale those feverish summer afternoons with you. We are not bound to each other; we don’t need anything from each other, and that’s the beauty of summer.