Falling for Summer

I’m one of those rugged beasts. Try hard, play hard, take no prisoners kind of people. I have the intelligence, and the feminism, but yet I’m still the hard-core ‘one of the guys’ kind of girl. I have the heart and kindness and would make a great friend, but yet I still use my brute force of strength to block out feelings and emotions. I rarely cry, and if I do, its from stress, not from sadness usually, though I’m not heartless, I do cry; just not often.Another thing I usually don’t do is let in love. I don’t fall for people, and if I feel it coming, I put up an impenetrable wall.

Last time however, when I fell, I crashed into the ground. Hard. The worst part, I didn’t know I felt like that until he was gone. So I think I’m scared to do it again. It took me a long time to put my heart back together, and some of the pieces are missing. I think he took them when he moved. And I the fearless, death defying person I am, couldn’t even tell him. Never told him how I felt, all I could say was to wish him luck on the journey we call life and to hope he finds everything he wants. Couldn’t even look at him to say it. We spent a summer together and spilled dark secrets we have both kept since, but I was a coward to say something to him. There are only memories left, and a knife he left me. Thinking of him is bittersweet, that was one of the best summers We have since lost touch, but I’ll never forget that summer.

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About lbannister117

I’m the outdoorsy kind of girl, one of those rugged beasts. Try hard, play hard, take no prisoners kind of people. I have the intelligence, and the feminism, but yet I'm still the hard-core ‘one of the guys’ kind of girl. I enjoy the company and views of others, and love having in depth conversations about everything under the sun, whether it be politics, the weather, an event in history, the news, or simply a good story.
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