A Girl Named Summer

Summer — a name and my favorite season.

Have you ever met a girl as warm as the sun? I met her on the first day of May. I was sitting here on the bench waiting for I don’t know what when a girl fell in front of me. She fell, hard, flat face — bricks, youch!

She lifted her head and stood up as soon as she fell, as if nothing had happened. “Ooopsie, sorry!”

She looked at me with that annoyingly stunning face. A perfect mix of tired and happy. Why? And why do I care?

Tired of running, but happy? Of what?

She ran, it was as fast as she could, I could tell. I figured that burst of energy was all for the boy on a bike.

A thief? It could be, but her smile doesn’t match up. A lover? Maybe, and why? Why do I care?

I looked back at the sky, it was pretty. I can’t help but think;

What is it that makes us run and fall yet makes us stand up and chase after it, again and again?

And why do I care?

Sweaty, barged in, and sat.

“Do you have any idea how fcking cool it was to run like that? Whew!”

It was her again. Just more sweaty and messed up. I never thought I’d meet someone as dirty as her, add that painfully loud voice that suits her mouth, a mouth that won’t shut.

“Do you?” She moved closer. Sweat, her scent makes me think about the sun and the smell after rain.

Annoying. I don’t want to answer, this will be a loop of nonsense. I have to make her get away.

“No, and I won’t do something that will make me look like a fool.”

“Ah! You’re one of those dudes, huh? All up for poise acting so cool yet inside.. Inside, you’re just afraid.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I wonder, " she said, grabbing my cheeks with her dirty hands and pushing them back to my ears. “Why are you so afraid to be happy?”

“Are you out of your mind!?” Disgusting. But why isn’t she removing her hands yet? And why am I allowing this to happen? I can push her away by force, anytime, right? Right, I just can’t.

“Yep! You have to be out of your mind to be free. Has anyone told you that you look better happy?”

I stared at her blankly.

“You should try smiling, you look good with it.”

“I don’t want your opinion,“ I said, gazing back at the sky. And there’s nothing to smile about anyway.”

“Hmm, let’s see. Why are you always here?”

“How’d you know I-”

“I didn’t, I assumed. Well?”

“It’s peaceful in here just before you come yapping around,” She raised a brow.

“It’s the sky. I want to stare at it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I just — I want to.”

“See? Who told you that there should be a good reason for anything you want to do?”

“You are the only one who told me not to. May I ask why you’re running after that boy?”

“That bo — Ah! I don’t. I just want to run and see if I can catch up with his speed.”

“Did you?”

“Of course not, not unless he stumbles, purposely slows down, or stops somewhere.”

“You don’t make sense.”

“See? I don’t have to. And because I don’t have to. I can talk to you. I made you talk to me. I stole your attention from the sky. Limbo head.”

“Stole what? You are crazy.”

“Maybe. Bet this crazy could make you run for nothing one day.”

“Never.” I couldn’t help it. I didn’t notice I was smiling for nothing.

“god, you look good, limbo.”

No, don’t get your hopes up. Nope! We are not one of those meant-to-be. We just found a sense of each other. Our differences make us who we are. Do you agree? She laughed at how I try so hard to make sense of everything. And I’m happy with the way she made me realize that I don’t have to.

She made me run as many times as she could. Lying about a flight, an emergency situation, and a date with someone nonexistent. Pissed? Nah, she made me run for nothing or to laugh at me, not knowing I did it to see her. Be with her.

I love her ways and her whys. Funny how people can change — that I now love it most when it is done for nothing.

Why would anyone suddenly kiss a man in the winter?

“I missed you, limbo.”

And why would a man kiss back?

“More, Summer.”

The kiss, the miss, or the bliss?

Doesn’t matter anyway.