it was one of those crazy hot days in the dead of summer. i remember because of the sweat that poured down my skin and the way my eyes squinted as the bright sun shone. i massaged my neck nervously, my mouth twisted into a grimace. ya see, i’ve always been weak, especially when it comes to you. so what i was readying myself to do, i knew, would be too much. but i had to let you go as the rays of sunlight baked my skin and my head began to ache from how hard i was squinting, grimacing. i said goodbye, as my heart raced, either from the heat or the pain.