When I was still a kid, whenever the month of March approaches, I can’t help but wish for the days to pass me by faster than the usual. In the Philippines, March is the last month of the school year, and the impending end of it only means one thing: summer.
I love summer, with the heat it brings, and the memories it create. Summer is when most of my happiest memories happen. Summer is when these merry – making festivities are held: town fiestas, family getaways, and my birthday celebrations.
But summer is also when bittersweet encounters do happen. The exchange of words, actions, and feelings that leads to catching an inextinguishable fire in our hearts, and soul when summer is just about to end, it is an encounter that changes you. When human contact is involved, and the heat of the summer serves as the background for these interactions, the inevitable occurs: summer love.