They speak of something called summer love. A love filled with delicate whispers, nonchalant wanderings through the sticky summer heat, days spent at the beach, and constant laughter. A love built upon mutual trust and passion, but no promise of forever. A love where you lose touch of the reality you live in, and for once in your life, live as the person you’ve only dreamt of becoming. But perhaps, you aren’t losing reality, and are instead learning to be part of it, learning to embrace the world, to embrace yourself. But this love, so delicate and fleeting, can only be called a summer fling. Days get shorter, and the darkness falls sooner. Summer comes to the end, and the love ends too.