Pretty Summer

She holds my hand and I hold on. A small tremble in my fingers and a flutter of excitement in my gut. Her rosy cheeks, the coral lipstick, dark long lashes. Everything about her is pretty and perfect. And she laughs at my jokes and I wish I could inject her laughter into my veins, turning it into the only way I can feel happiness within me. And she gets closer to whisper something. I catch a whiff of her sweet perfume and my stomach somersaults. And my knees feel weak beneath me. My heart skips a beat and I want her, all of her. Frozen and preserved in this moment like this. Close to me. Us. here. Under the sun and the blue sky. She’s like summer, and did I mention, I love summer?