Summer. It’s a pretty strange season. Time isn’t measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks. Instead it’s counted in every drop of ocean water that clings to your body after a swim, every spark from the fireworks in the midnight sky, every footprint in the sand and the turning of the tides. It always seems like it will go on forever. But then, one morning you wake up and look at the calendar, and just like that, it’s coming to an end. He grabbed her around the waist and brought her closer to him. He could smell the salt air on her as he ran a hand through her hair. She looked up at him and gave him a light kiss. They stood there in silence, watching the sun set on the last day of the season. Neither said a word. He’d be going off the college tomorrow. And she? She’d be stuck in this town for another two years. Alone. The thought chilled her; she pulled her jacket tighter around her body. He noticed the change in her. She was silent, stiff, serious as she look in his eyes. He knew she was scared. He would be out of state, away from her. Just a few hours away, but it might as well have been galaxies. For the last year they had been inseparable. And now they were going to have a barrier between them. He held her close to him. It was dark now, but they didn’t dare go home yet. The sooner they went home, the sooner they would have to part. He whispered in her ear. Told her he loved her. She knew. She loved him too. A tear rolled down her cheek. He wiped it away and told her not to cry. She asked if this would change them. He told her change was inevitable in life. But they were strong. They’d make it through. Life will pass. Time will pass. And the world will not await them. But love? Love remains unchanged. It has a way of waiting for people. And even though the world keeps moving and the earth keeps turning, they will be constant. Two people sharing one soul, one life, one love. Forever. -- That was written quite some time ago.