CaptainBeirutIIIOPLondon, Greater London, England UK1,186 posts
Remember them school days, during summer break, them joyous days when catching a tan while sat under sun down by the local corner shop with your mates, sipping your soda and laughing at a new joke one of them mates came up with, or the nights with only stars and moon observing when you’d all go ahead with the plan to steal as many apples from that grumpy old farts only tree a couple of streets down, simply because he was a grumpy old fart and the prank was comedy genius to you?
Remember when every day served a new adventure, where early teenage years was what summers was invented for?
Then, one day, a new visitor to the neighbourhood, a cousin to one of the girls from your class, one who lives only a few houses down your road. You’re 13, she is as well. And you instantly fall in love. With each day you find more excuses to not be with your friends but instead hang down on your street and talk to your classmates visiting cousin over the hedge separating you from her, and then you grow bold, you invite her to an evening on your own, at the outdoor movie over by the football field. You remain alone in the seats while the lights go out after the movie’s finished and everybody around you leaves for home, a stolen kiss, your heart beating fast and happy, almost wanting to jump out of your chest. She leans her head on your shoulder and you just sit there, amazed and totally satisfied.
Then, the day for her to leave is there, she must head back to the town where she lives, her summer visit is over. It’s a good feeling to have spent all the time with her, a not as good to see her go, and those hours, those right after she has left are…. bitter and sweet at the same time.
Have you ever experienced this? The mix of utmost happiness just been had, and the sense of great loss, a feeling of bland nothingness, emptiness, because it’s back to a in comparison grey reality.
Sommer headed home three and a half hour ago, and that’s what it feels like.
Have you ever experienced this? The mix of utmost happiness just been had, and the sense of great loss, a feeling of bland nothingness, emptiness, because it’s back to a in comparison grey reality.
Yes, every October in Sweden Sommaren är kort! Truest Swedish song in the history of ever...
Sommaren är kort de mesta regnar bort men nu är den här så ta för dig solen skiner idag hösten kommer snart de går med vindens fart så lyssna på mig solen skiner kanske bara idag - T.Ledin
CaptainBeirutIIIOPLondon, Greater London, England UK1,186 posts
Sommer left me a big printed photo, one of the beautiful she has in her profile. I’m going to “sacrifice” one of my pillows, attach the photo to it, and make out with it later on.
It's not pathetic, it's all (physical contact) I have now.
CaptainBeirutIII: Sommer left me a big printed photo, one of the beautiful she has in her profile. I’m going to “sacrifice” one of my pillows, attach the photo to it, and make out with it later on.
It's not pathetic, it's all (physical contact) I have now.
You'll be fine Captain. I feel sad about your love leaving you. I know how it is and that's why I am reluctant to LDR's.
I'm just happy that you two are an awesome couple and very much in love. It's inspiring. You're a great guy and Sommer is beyond awesome.
CaptainBeirutIII: Sommer left me a big printed photo, one of the beautiful she has in her profile. I’m going to “sacrifice” one of my pillows, attach the photo to it, and make out with it later on.
It's not pathetic, it's all (physical contact) I have now.
It is great that you and Sommer have such a good relationship. And I for one like to read about it here, even if others don't.
And I hope your love session with the pillow is grand.
Too many years away have changed it to a weird place - I do not understand the ways of the people there and still I know what they are saying.
It is strange to be a stranger in your own "home" but that is my feeling there. I speak to people anywhere I meet them when I find them interesting or have nothing better to do - an absolute no-no in Sweden...
I want to kiss the cheeks of the women related to friends and colleagues, I touch shoulders, arms and backs of men I speak to, I laugh openly at funny things in the streets, I flirt with shy old girls and I compliment not only women on their choice of outfit or similar.
My Swedish ways are ruined, once and forever - a failed Viking sailing on seas way to warm for any son of Oden. On top of that, I do not drink on Saturdays and I do not feel like dancing because it is Wednesday.
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Remember when every day served a new adventure, where early teenage years was what summers was invented for?
Then, one day, a new visitor to the neighbourhood, a cousin to one of the girls from your class, one who lives only a few houses down your road. You’re 13, she is as well. And you instantly fall in love.
With each day you find more excuses to not be with your friends but instead hang down on your street and talk to your classmates visiting cousin over the hedge separating you from her, and then you grow bold, you invite her to an evening on your own, at the outdoor movie over by the football field.
You remain alone in the seats while the lights go out after the movie’s finished and everybody around you leaves for home, a stolen kiss, your heart beating fast and happy, almost wanting to jump out of your chest. She leans her head on your shoulder and you just sit there, amazed and totally satisfied.
Then, the day for her to leave is there, she must head back to the town where she lives, her summer visit is over. It’s a good feeling to have spent all the time with her, a not as good to see her go, and those hours, those right after she has left are…. bitter and sweet at the same time.
Have you ever experienced this?
The mix of utmost happiness just been had, and the sense of great loss, a feeling of bland nothingness, emptiness, because it’s back to a in comparison grey reality.
Sommer headed home three and a half hour ago, and that’s what it feels like.