Our last time out, we were discussing Summer Romance, a time of young love filled with deep devotion, true emotion, and anything else that rhymes. We showed pictures and sayings of reasonably young people in the throes of a romance on vacation, where one could be young, free (when Mom and dad weren’t watching) and reckless (because, hey, it wraps up in two weeks anyhow.)
The postcards were not prepared to leave it at that, of course, so today we will look over some of the pitfalls of summer romance, whether those deals with romance….
Or finance….
Or happenstance. Um, by the way, was that trunk way over there on the right where the other end of the hammock was attached? You want a little more slack than that, kids. It’s not a trampoline. Well, wait, if that’s what you WANTED…. Anyway, another unrealistic dream of summer romance.
And there is, always, the case of someone just choosing somebody else. (One of three possible endings Ernest Hemingway would allow in cases of true love. The other two involved death. Ernest was a real card when he got down to basics.)
The endings of romance probably fill as many cards as the beginnings: if the second type of card was sweeter, the first waa funnier. Naturally, your friends would be far too polite to tease you about your summer romance break-up, but somehow these did sell.
And, of course, there was no end of advice for the bereaved.
Or passing commentary of great sympathy.
Even if no emotional break-up is involved, there is simply that about the summer romance. Eventually, September came.
Was it easier on the heart to break up before the inevitable day when she had to return to her senior year at West Paltaukey Central and HE was forced to journey miles to his life as a junior at East Paltaukey West Central? A last kiss, many tearful promises, and….
Memories to last a lifetime. Ah well, best get your mind tuned to how much you’ll be able to say in that essay on “What I Did On My Summer Vacation”.
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