Every single time I see your face, I’m thrown back into that summer. It’s not by choice. I find myself wishing to be caught up with you like that again. And yet I know it can never happen. You’ve moved on. I have too in most ways. Until I see your face, hear your name. I miss you. I would give so much just to have you for my own. And still, it will never happen. Just know that I love you in my own way, and I will forever relish each moment I see you and spend with you.