Tuesday, September 22, 2009
So this is it. Summer left me. He does this every year and I just keep letting him leave me. And like a hopeful old girlfriend, I stick around, just to get burned every year. He is loads of fun and excitement and I think that is why I just can't let him go.
But it all becomes okay, because I remember Autumn. Autumn and his alluring ways take Summer's place. I let Autumn sweep me off my feet as we stroll through pumpkin fields and sip butternut squash soup. And he loves it when I wear my favorite brown sweater. So Summer, I'll be fine. It's me baby, not you. I'll see you next year when you come into town toting flip flops and lemonade.
Goodbye Summer. Call me next year.