I remember the  day I talked to him...he had on that voice of summer, a voice that makes you sweat for no reason... that pulsating  voice that gives you goosebumps. And when he started talking my mouth became palatable . His laughter was like spring filled with vibrant colors that made up my day.And his eyes were so tempting that I wanted to fork them out so he doesn’t gaze upon Nobody else but me!
I showed him my inner parts but then he became soulless. The silence of his phone calls became cold like winter.... now I’m turning into ice and I’m afraid of breaking . I want us to start over , I want summer back.