highlightthedark

Summer is... Summer is the smell of the air when I lay in parked with the a/c running but the car off. Summer is that punch in the gut of passion and hope and intrigue and anticipation. Summer is the hunt and the chase and the catch and the release. Summer is wondering why... why did I need the hunt and the chase but most of all, why did I need be caught? Summer is shaking it off and hunting again Summer is someone who caught me. Summer is realizing that they would never me go, even if I wanted them to. Summer is thinking that this is what I've needed, someone to tame me. Summer is planning our wedding to the last little detail and agreeing