rewind to last summer.

I absolutely hate how one mistake, one wrong choice, one let down ruins any trust for the future, makes a person stop believing, in anything.

Take last summer for instance.
I met a boy, and it felt like summer should last forever.
My co-workers became my best friends. Everything seemed perfect.

Summer ended, of course, but it somehow trickled into fall.
When the leaves became brown, crunchy, dead, so did any hope for a perfect life between summers.

Some say i shouldn't hang on to that memory.
But when did summer end and become just that?
Because every day i tried to relive it.
That time that caused us to find the better in people,
and made us love so much, we'd do just about anything to hold on.
So, why did everyone else let go?

I asked myself that for a long time.
Maybe they found something better.
Well, my friend, it's summer again.

I feel like I've found someone better, only now, I feel like it's all fake.
I lack the trust; I'm absolutely pessimistic, attempting to be apathetic about everything that is happening.
I can't let myself be broken again, but a part of me wants to take the chance.