It was only a summer.

I've never told this to anyone.
Maybe I should...

And we always talk about L.O.V.E.
How it can affect us.
It can be its absence or its presence.
But always because of it.

If it's its presence, it's because it was never enough.
If it's its absence, it's because it was never present.

We wanna be loved, we wanna get mad about it.
We wanna get crazy, we wanna people be crazy about us.

Going or coming,
Leaving or staying,

It doesn't matter...
What it matters is having it.
Even for a summer.
It's what it takes to get us absort from everything else.


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