Summer Love

I miss last July; I miss being in love. London was a rush of new experiences, although it did not last long enough. I wish those feelings lingered and those memories were more persevered. Traveling across an ocean, meeting new people, and falling in love - what more could a eighteen year old girl dream about?

It was beautiful; I've never felt anything like it. My heart raced so fast that it skipped a beat and got turned upside down. I didn't mind though, I didn't mind one bit. I somehow knew it was love, whether that is true today, I don't know. Last summer I didn't care, but I was afraid to lose everything.

Everything was perfect; that's what I miss the most. I used to dance like a little girl around dorm room with feelings of joys. I was truly blessed and lucky to have had that experience. I want to recapture last July and keep it fresh in my heart forever.