My first summer night with you
By: Carolyn Fuquay

I remember the time we first met. It was a warm and humid summer night. You were twenty-one and I was eighteen. We were at Virginia Beach, you went the hottest guy on the beach, but you were they sweetest bay far. You sweep me off my feet like no other, you were charming, smart and had a weird sense of humor, but you were still funny.

This night is one that has been burned into my memory and every night when I lay beside you I flash back to that first summer night. The night when you told me you loved me and you could never dream of being away from me and that you would do anything just to be with me. The night you kissed me ever so, softly under the moonlight. I will never forget the way you lips felt against mine so soft and sweet. I will always remember how you made me feel as you wrapped your arms around me that night, they made me fill safe and all good inside. At that moment I couldn’t see my future with no one else but you. That night was the night I fell in love with you.

Every night since then has been the same for I am the luckiest woman in the world because I have a man who loves me and treats me like it’s the first time we’ve met every time. Sixty-seven years have past and you finally have past. I cry every night, because you are not there. There is no one to love and no one in the whole wide world could even come close to making me feel like you did.

I look at your picture every night and I still get the goose bumps you gave me when we first met that summer night. I never will forget how you made me feel. Even though it hurts me to go to bed with no one there, I know you are in a better place and one day I will be there to with you and it will feel just like that first summer night.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.06.2011

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