A in the Summer Time

As I sit here writing this I can hear the sounds of the summer night out my window. Summer nights make me think of A. A lives in Spain. He is one of my facebook friends but also a boy I "dated" for two or three summers when he was back visiting his aunt & uncle.

Summer time makes me think of him because I was always so excited when he would get back in town for a month. I waited a whole year just to hang out with him and his two sisters. Swimming in the pond, playing spin the bottle where they always rigged the game so him and I would end up kissing.

A carved his and my initials into a tree the first summer we met. That carving was there for several years although while he was gone there were other boys. Other "loves" of my life, he was the summer one. I would have boyfriends from September - May and then A in the summer.

Never alone, always on to the next one. Yet there was something magical about a boy from another country coming to see me, so excited to be back with me. Even if all we ever did was kiss over a game of spin the bottle.