YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH THE MOMENT AND NOT WITH ME.
     It was that  one-summer-love  that merely happened on Winter. She  met a "summer guy" on a cold breeze of a solitary night; they  uttered their  first  hellos  in a long time.     The last time I wrote a blog about love and heartbreak, it was the latter. I guess poets tend to write their hearts out when they're in blues.      She was drowning in too much happiness that she forgot to jot down every butterfly she felt. Now guess what's up?  She  was hurt.  Again.  It felt like a first heartbreak; maturely, disappointment.      It was that one-summer-love  that merely happened on a winter. She met a "summer guy" on a cold breeze of a solitary night; they uttered their first hellos  in a long time. Remember the article The Love We Think We Deserve ? That was written and felt a year ago. She strongly moved on from that; guarded her heart with bricks of an indestructible wall but still managed to care and to show love....
