You were the one constant thing in my life. The one thing I could count on. That summer, I knew that no matter how awful my day had been, talking to you would always make it better. I could look forward to waking up every morning, because I knew you would have already told me "Good Morning Sunshine!". I was the first person you talked to in the morning, and the last you spoke with at night. You could always tell when I was irritated, sad, or mad...no mater how hard I tried to mask it. For the first time in my life, someone cared. The thing about it was though... I cared too.

Maybe not in the beginning, but as things progressed there was an undeniable connection. Every day all I could think about was you, small little things reminded me of you. I was falling for you. I didn't know it then, but I was. You seemed perfect. All it took was one summer: Three, short, sweet months. All day, everyday, caring a conversation without getting bored or annoyed, all I felt was calm, happy, anxious for what you'd say. One summer, then it all just...stopped.

I can't pinpoint why, how, or when the exact moment was that I noticed you growing distant. It might have been because of your job, my school, a girl. Who knows? All I know is that you suddenly had no more time for me. For our late night conversations, mid-day chats, or to remind me that I was what you thought of the very first thing in the morning.

Maybe it happened slowly; perhaps it was all at once.

It's been months since we last spoke. I woke up Sunday and for some reason all I thought of was you. You, you, you, you... I did the stupidest thing too... I re-connected with you. Ugh. I shouldn't have done that. At least now, I know what to expect. It was surprising though, you sounded like.. you actually missed me. It's impossible though, I know you don't. I know you do...

It was one summer, one love, one ending.