The month of June was historically about the beginning of summer for me.
It wasn’t like July that was right in mid summer with 4th of July at the beginning and the family parties and barbecues all throughout the month. It wasn’t like August that invoked the feeling of nostalgia and the tense excitement you get thinking about going back to school.
June was more like the warming of ocean water, water that was still freezing and temperature that had not fully transformed to 90 degrees and over. To me out of all the months in summer…June was the most plain, least exciting and didn’t really feel like summer.
But last summer, June became about you.
June became about those 7 days I spent with you…and as June comes around I find myself reliving last June over and over again.
The stupid excitement I had about seeing your face every morning. The laughter we shared when you were in the shower and I decided to take a peek.
The little arguments we had about the future pets we would have; Me advocating for a cat and you adamantly refusing…
The beautiful weekend we spent dancing to Jamaican jams and eating Indian food.
The shy intimate moments we shared that I conveniently forgot… June became about me and you.
No longer the plain beginning of summer, no longer about the cold ocean water; it was about the warm moments with me and you. June became a reminder of one of my favorites summers … where I achieved a love goal that was long overdue.
Where our compatibility was tested, our love was tried and by October?
It was clear June was a failure.