The Perfect Summer
It will be you and me only, and no one else. Everything will be fresh and clean, and you will get your drivers permit and we will be free so nothing will matter. We'll speed through Pacific Coast Hwy and eat ice cream and drink slushies from 7-11 all day long. We'll go to the beach when the sun is just right, and you'll throw me into those huge waves, but I will never be scared because you will always be there. You'll kiss me out there in the deep blue ocean; the sun massaging our bare wet shoulders the water reflecting in your eyes. You'll smile your smile and I'll feel warm and tingly all over and I'll thank God again one more time that he'd let me have you. After so many salt water kisses we will swim to shore and back to civilization. We'll lay there out on the warm powdery sand side by side and not say a word, but just drinking in every delicious moment. I'll close my eyes and roll over to my stomach to face you, and you'll lightly stroke my fingers and no words will be needed to show how much we are in love. We'll fall asleep there; with you by my side I will dream wonderful dreams with nothing but the noises of the ocean, and the lighthearted laughter of the children playing at shore. We'll stay there until the sky turns a beautiful orange pink and gold. I'll snuggle up to you, both of us cuddled under that one soft furry blanket. Then we'll go back to your car and eat Chinese Takeout and laugh over random things, and I'll laugh hysterically when you tickle me silly. Afterwards, you'll start up that sputtering engine of yours and drive up to Rocket Ship Park so that you will show me the Big Dipper because I never can tell the difference. So we'll sit on the hood of your car, sprawled on top of that furry-soft blanket trying to find a star pretty enough to wish upon. When we did you'll tell me that you can't tell me what you wished for because then it wouldn't come true but you'll say Just to let you know, it has everything to do with you. I'll say Whatever it is, I'll make sure it comes true. I'll get sleepy and you'll have to carry me back down and lay me in the backseat while you try to drive as smoothly as you can, which you were never good at. I'll spend the night in that old junky of yours, and you'll stay with me because you miss me so much when we aren't together.
The perfect summer in my eyes was like the last one we had. Butterfly kisses and cheesy dinners just you and I. Except this time...you won't leave. I still remember that night at the airport, the night still warm when summer was still hanging around. The whole way there we were silent for the whole summer we'd been dreading this day, and it seemed so unreal that it had come. You took my face in your hands and planted a light kiss on my forehead and without a word, you were gone. I remember standing there feeling lonely, and it felt as if your presence was so near, but yet so far. It was moments after when I realized that I maybe loved you. It is partly true when they say all good things come to an end. But I refuse to believe that that was the end of you and me. You never said when you'd return. Sure, I had other boyfriends in between the school year, and dated around like every teenager should. But every summer, I'll hang around that same pool hall by the beach and wait for you.
It will be you and me only, and no one else. Everything will be fresh and clean, and you will get your drivers permit and we will be free so nothing will matter. We'll speed through Pacific Coast Hwy and eat ice cream and drink slushies from 7-11 all day long. We'll go to the beach when the sun is just right, and you'll throw me into those huge waves, but I will never be scared because you will always be there. You'll kiss me out there in the deep blue ocean; the sun massaging our bare wet shoulders the water reflecting in your eyes. You'll smile your smile and I'll feel warm and tingly all over and I'll thank God again one more time that he'd let me have you. After so many salt water kisses we will swim to shore and back to civilization. We'll lay there out on the warm powdery sand side by side and not say a word, but just drinking in every delicious moment. I'll close my eyes and roll over to my stomach to face you, and you'll lightly stroke my fingers and no words will be needed to show how much we are in love. We'll fall asleep there; with you by my side I will dream wonderful dreams with nothing but the noises of the ocean, and the lighthearted laughter of the children playing at shore. We'll stay there until the sky turns a beautiful orange pink and gold. I'll snuggle up to you, both of us cuddled under that one soft furry blanket. Then we'll go back to your car and eat Chinese Takeout and laugh over random things, and I'll laugh hysterically when you tickle me silly. Afterwards, you'll start up that sputtering engine of yours and drive up to Rocket Ship Park so that you will show me the Big Dipper because I never can tell the difference. So we'll sit on the hood of your car, sprawled on top of that furry-soft blanket trying to find a star pretty enough to wish upon. When we did you'll tell me that you can't tell me what you wished for because then it wouldn't come true but you'll say Just to let you know, it has everything to do with you. I'll say Whatever it is, I'll make sure it comes true. I'll get sleepy and you'll have to carry me back down and lay me in the backseat while you try to drive as smoothly as you can, which you were never good at. I'll spend the night in that old junky of yours, and you'll stay with me because you miss me so much when we aren't together.
The perfect summer in my eyes was like the last one we had. Butterfly kisses and cheesy dinners just you and I. Except this time...you won't leave. I still remember that night at the airport, the night still warm when summer was still hanging around. The whole way there we were silent for the whole summer we'd been dreading this day, and it seemed so unreal that it had come. You took my face in your hands and planted a light kiss on my forehead and without a word, you were gone. I remember standing there feeling lonely, and it felt as if your presence was so near, but yet so far. It was moments after when I realized that I maybe loved you. It is partly true when they say all good things come to an end. But I refuse to believe that that was the end of you and me. You never said when you'd return. Sure, I had other boyfriends in between the school year, and dated around like every teenager should. But every summer, I'll hang around that same pool hall by the beach and wait for you.