I checked the mailbox today. Now I sit in a field so lonely and green filled with roses and sadness. I marched through the streets with the letter in my hand. It is July 27th, 2012. I knew my summer was over. This is the begining of a secret that in time will heal itself, but for now, there is no summer. There is no fun to be had. That letter you sent, just broke my heart.
What kind of summer is there to be without love? I have friends and family, yes, but you? You set my soul on fire. Such flames that scarred my soul. If only you could see through me.
My summer was perfect. It had you in it.
I dare not repeat your letter to a single soul, for it is filled with poison. You cursed my heart with love but now I fear a dark omen has cast itself upon us.
Please my love, come back to me. Erase these ill thoughts from my head and fill my heart up with the upmost pleasure.
I come upon an oak tree and sit gracefully. I hold your letter in my arms and I pray, trying so hard to doze off, hoping to finally fall asleep and put your mind to rest.
Tell me this is a dream, my love. For if it isn't, my summer is completely over.