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The rest of the trip flew by. Every second Dream fell more and more in love.
In love with summer, with George.
The trip flew by in one clouded memory. Tender touches and hungry kisses. Skin to skin and soul tangled. Sleepless nights, orange stained sunsets and peachy sunrises. He imagined George’s hand in his, holding onto him like he was the world. For Dream, George was the world. Dream remembered warm cuddles on motel beds for hours on end.
George had seeped into the cracks in Dream’s heart and healed him.
When they parted for college in the fall Dream was left with a distant flame of summer. An ache in his bones.
They called each other every night, talking about their new adventures as college students. Dream was still hooked on the past though, on high school.
The winter without George was cold and harsh, even in Florida. Summer, summer, summer, Dream reminded himself every time he missed George, which was often.
He started writing letters to George because he thought they were more heartfelt than texts.
Dear George,
I’m sick, I’m so lovesick. The fact that lovesick even exists. That the simple absence of a person can make you feel physically ill, that says a lot about the power of a human soul.
I see couples around campus, I sometimes imagine if that was us, but then I realize it doesn’t seem like us at all. You and I, George, you and I are summer. We are wild and adventurous and nothing like a college. We run free with the winds of change but stay the same in each others arms. We are slow dancing in a burning room.
Some days I ask myself why love if the pain of being away is so much to bare. But, George, why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins. I love you like a time lapse of stars. I just wanna spend forever getting high off what it feels like to be around you. You make everything more beautiful, everything about you is made of soul. You are a golden lion. You paint my skies a brilliant yellow.
I can’t wait to see you again. To lay with you. To hold you close. Let me tell you all the things I adore about you and always have. My soul just wants to be closer to yours.
Till next summer.
With all my love,
Dream
We have the same kind of stardust in our souls- Butterfly Rising