This happened a long time ago. We were young. We would look at each other from a distance.
Between you and me, many memories. And the same love for this place we used to call home for summertime. Two months in a lifetime.
We used to laugh.
With the girls. I thought you were handsome. They thought you looked like everybody else on the beach.
Whenever your name would come up, we would look at each other and see images of you, funny things you used to do.
Where are you?
You will never turn 40.
Shattered dreams and endless nightmares.
We don’t laugh anymore when we look back at the kids we used to be. When we remember…
Your shadow is always dancing before our eyes. On this beach where we spent the best summers of our life.
You are a name on a grave.
I thought maybe one day I’ll see your parents, your brother.
Do they come back here, to this place you loved so much?
Maybe one day we will talk about you…
I stopped last time. I cried for a while.
You were too young to die.
The girls agree with me. They don’t understand either.
When we talk about you, we are fourteen again…
Just the time for our hearts to find solace in the memory of who we were, who you are till the end of time…