Summer

There's something about summer that I tend to look forward to.
It's not the great beach parties, not the exciting outdoor adventures.
It's the summer breeze.
The warm sun.
The blue sea.
The scent of sunblock.
Things that remind me of my childhood, that I was once a free soul with having only my self to look after. No boyfriends to keep me from having fun, no job, no worries.

I fell in love twice in summer time. The first time was at the age of 10. The second time was at the age of 14. It was the kind of love that didn't have a painful ending.

I wish to fall in love again on a summer time.



I could post a different summer picture here. Sunny, at the beach, or wearing a swimsuit, but this post is about how I am feeling this summer. Unaware, melancholic, hopeful, doubtful. This photo was taken by my friend in an old house at Lilo-an. I love big old houses. I don't know what draws me to them. I've always believed that I have a tragic life in the past that happened in an old house. I wish to have a one big old house someday, somehow.
Wishing.
Hoping.
Praying.