In just a few short weeks, summer will be over. In May, when the temperatures first started to warm, such a time seemed forever away. But all too soon, children will be in school as the leaves start to change color. Don't get me wrong. I love fall. I love the excitement of a new school year, the tartness of a cup of hot apple cider, the fresh smell of leather on my new boots. But fall is a season of change, whether good or bad.
Summer is a season of promise, of long days at the beach and long nights with a lover. It's a breath of fresh air in a long, dull year. And what better way to enjoy the season of promise, so fleeting and yet so long, than with a summer fling?
I've never had a summer fling. The closest I've gotten was the time I dated this boy in Puerto Rico, where it wasn't officially summer but it certainly felt like it. I didn't really know what he and I were doing, and I was leaving in a few weeks so it definitely felt fling-like. But he's now my long-distance boyfriend, so I don't think he really counts.
I've always idolized the idea of a summer fling. A relationship just for the summer sounds fabulously poetic. But although great in country, I think it would be painful in practice. I get attached fast, and parting may be sorrowful but it's certainly not sweet.
That said, summer flings are quite common, and I want to know about yours. Whether it was this summer or just a memory that stands out is up to you. Who was it? How did you meet? How did it end?
Most of all - was it worth it? Image Source