This time last year, I awoke every morning hearing from you, laughing with you, talking to you. June was our month to shine with the summer sun and peacefully retreat at dusk when the sky was a rich, navy blue, hovering above our suburban towns.
When you’d leave, when we’d go our separate ways, there was what could only be described as pure contentment. There was a sense of accomplishment – a feeling that this connection got stronger by the day’s end.
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You were a thread, and I was a thread, and these two threads were intricately woven together when June was solely ours. When I think of last June, I envision bright, bold, vibrant colors. Neon orange and hot pink. Red and yellow polka dots. Purple carpets. Colors became heightened, saturated.
I think of indulging in spumoni ice cream late at night, swirling the chocolate, pistachio…
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