And so he said, “I have high hopes for this,” as the summer breeze blows through his hair. I smiled and wrapped my hands around his heart but I know that soon the sun will lose its rays and autumn leaves will fall one by one. A stolen beginning almost always end when you’re seventeen.

But tonight, I am young and love is here with me. I will grab a happy ending to last us for the many summers we will not have together and let the seasons wait for a few borrowed moments.litterthoughts/borrowed


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