Fence

Maybe the beauty of life is always in the search of something we love. That even when we find it, we have to let go. Because only then, do we realize, what is gone. When we have a whole life ahead, we wait for another day, but when it is the last. It's been over a year since John last met Summer...

"So.. where are we going?"

"It doesn't matter where we go...", Summer said running her fingers along his chest. "But how we're going to play."

"Then I want you to remember-

When we first met and... where we will always meet."

Summer reminisced, leaning by the sunset alone. The earlier rain, the golden hour, it was the perfect unfinished ending.