I wish it could just be simple, like a retro pop song, "i want you to want me." Boom. End of story. We all live happily ever after. But it is never really like that, is it ?
Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They are shooting stars, spectacular moments of light from heaven, a fleeting glimpse of eternity and in a flash there gone.
