I saw you in the window of the boutique you work in today. My heart stumbled, and my feet almost did as well. I’ve been dreaming about you lately: we are still in love, and you are holding me tightly, you say you don’t want to let me go again. The dreams always feel so real; I wake up disappointed. You are stuck in my head like a song. I hope that next summer you call me. I hope that you ask if we can communicate again, if you can be in my life again. And I hope that you’ll understand when I say I need you to show me that you want me in your life, that I need to know you will fight for me this time. I need to know that the next time around you can defend my heart. I lost my trust in you. You broke my heart. And I love you. I wish we still had those wonderful nights adventuring, and in each other’s arms. I hope you flew kites this summer. And above all, I still hope you’re happy, and that your life is going well. You deserve the world. Maybe someday I can be your girl.