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He had his arms wrapped around my torso, one hand under my shirt, resting on my stomach, causing chills to run up my spine. We were in a tangle of white sheets and blankets, the light off, the only light being the rays of sunshine shining in through the parts my curtains didn't cover. My small hands covered his larger ones, fitting perfectly in the spaces between his fingers. I was curled up against him, and his head was nuzzled against my neck, his lips pressing a couple soft kisses to the skin on my neck. I smiled small, and wished this moment could last forever. I knew it wouldn't. And it didn't.
Our love was silent, and existed in quiet, abandoned rooms. He saw the entirety of me, and I saw the whole of him. We would sit in silence, indulging in the sincerity of our love, listening to records he had a collection of. It was a summer to remember. I did everything my parents told me not to do.
But like every other fairytale, it ended.
I moved.
I held onto him tightly, and we exchanged a couple words before I actually left.
"Don't forget about me, baby."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I came back June 28th, the summer we were both 18, and graduated. I remembered him telling me about his plans of opening up a record store, and not going to college. All of his crazy plans I knew wouldn't happen. I hoped he would still be here. And I was right. I avoided him for some time, but on July 4th, our families decided to get together once more. Did I mention they're close?
"I don't want to be private. I want to be public. I don't want to hide my love for you."
