Dear smokin' hot summer,

Oh, how I love you. I'm sorry if that was too quick, for I am usually not one to rush into things. But you flew into my life like a flock of migrating birds; your warming embrace kissed my skin and overflowed me with ease. You picked me up when I was down. As May threw rocks at me with exams and essays, June smiled and swept me off my feet. I am forever grateful that you lead me to my home again, and I ran into your arms effortlessly.

Dearest Summer, you are like no other. I've been with many others like you before. Autumn was gentle like you, but he drowned me with leaves of stress. Winter seemed to be promising, but he tricked me with his chilly and icy mood swings. I thought Spring was going to be The One, but he consistently bound me with obligations. You stand out from the rest. Nights with you allow me to stay up late and share countless laughs. Being with you brings me vacation and travel to places I haven't been before. Your days are never cool and collected, and I never wanted them to be. You warm me from the hairs on my head to the tips of my sea-breeze painted toenails that happily interlock the sand. You bring me true happiness, and I am forever thankful.

However, I am accustomed to this love affair. I know that feeling when something is just too good to be true. I feel like my days with you are numbered, but I am trying to grasp on to every moment. Weeks are zooming by faster than before. I know the expression is "time flies when you're having fun," but I can't understand why having a good time can reduce an eternity of pleasure to simply ephemeral. Stay with me, Summer. Don't leave me like the others.

I suppose you can call me a hopeless romantic. But living in a fantasy doesn't have to be bad. Don't tell me that it's over yet, because we still have time. There are still memories to be made. We can still stay up all night watching "One Tree Hill" and "Gossip Girl." We can make spontaneous road trips on a Friday night and not have to worry about school the following week. We can do so many magical things. Because this, Summer, is magical. "The Fault in Our Stars" taught me that some infinities are greater than other infinities, and I believe that we can make this unfortunately finite time feel infinitely immense.

So here's to you, my dearest Summer: I know Autumn is trying to take me back, soon. But please, do not take it personally. No matter what happens, my love, you were always my favorite.

Forever yours,

Macy