Something Like Summer

Love isn’t meant to be hidden away and life is too short for shame.

There’s a coward and a fool, and both of them are you, My heart is cracked and broken, but yours is frozen through.

Teach me how to fly, my beautiful butterfly.

Why couldn't people's insides match their outsides? The world would be such a wonderful place if the nicer someone was, the more beautiful they became.

That the sun still rose the next morning was incredibly unjust. Someone good had died. People still woke up, had breakfast, went to work, and it was wrong. Flower petals still opened in the sun’s early light, and animals still grazed the day away, their minds untroubled. Someone good had died and the world had the audacity to move on.

Falling in love is a subtle process, a connection sparked by attraction, tested by compatibility, and forged by memory.

He was so handsome, so beautiful. Inside and out.

He looks into my eyes, mine mirrored in his, and we each see a boy, lost in pauper’s bliss.

Love isn’t meant to be hidden away. Life is too short for shame.

Ben let a slow smile play over his face. He loved this part. It always felt like revealing to a disbeliever that he had magical powers or something.

The world would be such a wonderful place if the nicer someone was, the more beautiful they became.

I don't care what you are, I like you for who you are.

You can’t have both of them,” Allison said. “There’s a reason you never see three old people walking through a park and holding hands. It just doesn’t happen.” Ben