Summer

The summer of 10 years ago was the summer that I loved you the most. We were both 16 years old, and we had been friends since we were kids. That summer, we spent every day together, swimming in the lake, playing in the woods, and just talking. We talked about everything, our hopes and dreams, our fears and insecurities. We laughed together and cried together, and we shared everything with each other. I had never felt so close to anyone before. You were my best friend, and I loved you more than anything in the world. I knew that you loved me too, but I was too afraid to tell you how I felt. I was afraid that you would reject me, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. So, I kept my feelings to myself, and I watched as you fell in love with someone else. It was the most painful thing I have ever experienced. I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I wanted to scream and cry and throw things, but I couldn't let you see how much I was hurting. I knew that I had to move on, so I started dating other people. But it was never the same.