1901

Just like girls, Boys have summers to remember. Whether it was the summer he’d first take off without those training wheels, or the summer he built and flew his first kite, or the last summer he’d spend away from the big city; Across seas, across fields, across the urban jungles, Summer Rains and Blue sunsets. Painting on hot and boring afternoons, or late night stargazing. I could write on and on and on and on..

It’s hard for us boys to say it, but maybe, I’ll never forget this summer. This was the summer I fell in love with you.

(2011)

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