I get her for the summer and that’s it. It’s not like she was mine to keep in the first place, so I don’t let the fact that she’s gone taint the times she made me smile. What kind of life would that be, if I only dwelled on the things I lost?” My chest hitches as images of Colton’s sun-drenched face tear through my memory. He was mine for the season, but never mine to keep. My summer sparrow.
