🌸 When Summer Stayed Too Long

There are days that still feel like summer —

where time slows, and love moves like sunlight across skin.

When summer stayed too long between us,

it wasn’t heat I remembered — it was ease.

The laughter that came without trying,

the touch that asked for nothing but closeness.

Love, in its softer season, doesn’t demand.

It lingers —

in the warmth of a glance,

in the air between two steady heartbeats.

Sometimes I think the best kind of passion

isn’t loud or fleeting —

it’s the kind that settles into the body,

steady and sure,

a fire that hums instead of burns.

And even as the days grow shorter,

I still find the sun in your hands,

the warmth that refuses to fade.

🕯 Some seasons never end —

they just learn how to glow quieter.