"I'm a little drunk on you and high on summer time..."
We were as cheap as the wine you brought lame as the lyrics of that country song. You laughed. I laughed. Things were perfect. So they seemed. I laughed. You laughed. I cried. You laughed. I got stuck in a bog of indecision. You laughed. I wrote you poems. You laughed. I swayed back and forth between facing the harsh reality and losing myself in a delusional happiness. You laughed. I suffocated from lack of tenderness. You laughed. I took the blame over the mistakes we made. You laughed. I loved. I tried. I hated. I failed. I said I had to go. You just laughed. As I was leaving, you kept silent. I laughed.* I was finally sure that summer was over.