Summer Romance
Take a swarm of young people with suggestive tan lines and raging hormones; add moonlight, crashing surf and alcohol, and the rest becomes the stuff of lifelong memories. Rarely, but sometimes, it becomes the stuff of lasting love.
The stereotype of the summer romance — even the Urban Dictionary definition — demands that it end come September. It’s just a fling, just fun, all sweat and sand and skin, and then it recedes into rose-hued memory with the arrival of fall.
A summer romance must abide by the words of the poet Philip Larkin: “Always is always now.”
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