Remember when we met in the summer?
It was so hot that day and so were you.
Me being the type of girl I am, looked your way but there was no way that I would convey what I was thinking.
But you did. And it worked.
You asked for my number and I obliged.
And everything was cool.
Remember the first time we talked on the phone?
I was nervous to talk to you.
Boy was I shy.
But you put a smile on my face.
And for once I felt at ease.
Like I was free of whatever had been plaguing me.
Remember the first time we kissed?
Your lips were so soft and gentle.
And they made me feel warm and mellow.
But it didn't last and I accept that now.
I guess I'll call you a summer fling.
Don't worry, all my memories of you are good ones.
And I'll be thinking of you always.
And I'll always remember that summer.