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  • As the weather slowly gets cooler. And the leaves get weaker, slowly saying their farewells to their familiar branches. I feel like one of those leaves. Summer is my tree and I am slowly and gradually letting go of a beautiful familiar summer.

    This summer has been bittersweet, it gave me variety, a little taste of everything. It was the transition from something old to something new, it was unknown but great. It had heartbreak, as well as a cure. It had incredible sadness, but also incredible happiness. It had endings, followed by unexpected beginnings.

    I think back to the times where I believed it was the end. The times where I was stuck somewhere I felt I couldn't leave. The night I hung up that phone call to painfully end a relationship of 5 years and I viciously tried to let go all that wasted time. Left with what I felt as an empty world. Fortunately I wasn't empty for long. The void I thought could never be filled was slowly getting populated with love. Love by those around me, Love from those that truly care for me.

    The summer days I would walk around on campus, and tried to keep that feeling in my memory. The feeling of being at school, of having somewhere to go, of having goals to accomplish. Meeting my friends after school, greeted by their big smiles, walking downtown together, then going swimming together under a hot but satisfying summer sun. A memory I wanted to force myself to keep.

    The summer nights, of redboxed horror movies followed by a comedy. Drinking wine and having heart to hearts while laying on my living room's carpet floor. The dinners we spent together cooking and eating. Those wild nights where we would huddle together at some abandoned place we shouldn't be at, laughing at each other as well as our own ridiculousness. The nights when we drank and drank like we only had one night to live. Dancing half intoxicated among my sweaty peers; we were all looking for a small simple place to care about absolutely nothing, but good conversation and interesting company. Those smiles, those laughter, the hugs, the kisses...the almost relationships. Little did they know, the laughter that filled my surroundings turned out to be the same material that helped fill the large void in my heart.

    The summer night where "we" became more than just an idea. The night where you stood out from the backdrop of my life and became something more. The time we decided to stop wondering, and jumped at a chance. The night I sat and realized a spark possibility, that maybe that large void can be completely filled. Out from the background, it's like you came and saved me. Saved me from the impossible, and proved to me the vast amounts of possibility I never knew existed.

    As I look out my window and see the leaves slowly gliding off these branches. I think about this past summer. One where I learned and grew as a person. One where I stopped being afraid of loneliness, and stood up on my own; to realize the moment I stood up there were many people already waiting for me. I realized loneliness was never an option after all. I know in my heart, this summer is one that I can never forget. I can imagine myself dealing with tougher situations and greater pain in the future, but I know that the memory of this summer is what will pull me through in the future.

    To those people I met this summer, or got an opportunity to know deeply, and grow closely. As the summer comes to an end, I like to think of us as leaves... I know we might disperse in different directions as we continue with our lives, but deep down we all came from the same tree. I hope that in my future there will be a day. A day with each of you. To be able to sit somewhere over coffee during another summer, reminiscing on this very summer. To be able to find those smiles and those laughs that we were able to share together. As for now, it's time to let go, of a truly beautiful, miraculous summer.
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