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1.24 a.m.

One of the many good things about books is that no matter how much time passes by, no matter how much you change, they don’t. You can always re-read those words and that very first moment of pure intense beauty and fascination will be replayed, reborn. 

There’s no growing up, no changing.

What a shame people aren’t like books.

If this was a book, tonight would be the night we would stay up until 5 in the morning, sitting in a quiet corner somewhere, watching the stars in silence and enjoying each other's company.
If you smoked, you'd pull out a cigarrette and light it up, and you'd smoke it very slowly. Your face would look beautiful under the moonlight, pale and serious, the face of someone who's enjoying something that they know, won't last. I can almost feel the cold on my shoulders and the smell of the smoke mixed with the natural sweet scent of your skin, leaving me breathless, fascinated by your being. If we drank, we would drink until we were just drunk enough to say all those words we're too afraid to say sober. And then, we'd fall in love as we'd fall asleep in each other's arms, and when the cold came to take the warmth of our bodies away in the late night, I'd make us two cups of hot tea to keep our beautiful, twisted, broken souls warm.
And we could read books and tell stories, share old secrets and create new ones.

And by the morning, we would have mended each other.

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It's raining outside. I guess this means summer's over. 
I know some months from now I'll miss the sun, the heat, the crazy beautiful atmosphere summer brings, but right now I feel good about the rain falling in my window.
Summer's over, and so are we. So this is me saying goodbye to two things I really like: summer and you.
And just like will happen with summer, I might miss you some months from now. Maybe even weeks. But then again, this is what I need right now.

I thought the first rain would make me feel... lonely. Forgotten. Make me miss you, make me wish you were here with your arms around me, keeping my body and soul warm.

I was wrong. At least for now. 
Rain didn't bring me pain or nostalgia. It brought me peace, tranquility. It cleaned my spirit from the exhausting memory of you and your sweet lying words I used to overdose on.
Rain is good. Change is good.

So we're fine. There's quite a lot going on in my life right now, but I'm dealing. I don't have you or the summer breeze, but I still have the wilderness of the ocean to make my problems look smaller. I have the wind to clear the sadness from my soul. I have the rain to sing me to sleep and a hot cup of tea to keep my body warm, even if my soul is still frozen. I have good music to remind me that I may feel lonely, but I'm not alone. And I still have a thousand good books waiting for me to read them.

So yeah, I'll be okay. I hope you're happy, I hope you find out there everything you were missing here.

Goodbye summer. Goodbye Peter Pan.