It was finally summer, a time for going to my Grandma's Summerhouse and seeing the crush I had last summer, Patrick. Patrick was a tall, skinny guy with short, light brown hair. He was about 6'2" and I was only 5'4", so the height difference was a little much but he was flirty, and also had a really cute personality. Although, after last summer we parted our ways and he would never text me or even act as if he had any feelings for me last summer, I still liked him. I wanted to get over him because he obviously didn't feel the same way as I did, but I didn't. I still wanted him, and hopefully after we hang out every day, like last summer, the spark that was between us will rekindle and it will be exactly like it was, before July ended. I have so many good memories of us last summer. When we saw a horrible movie together, but it was still fun, because he was there, when we would have bonfires and at about 9:30 his siblings would leave, and we would be left alone to talk. He would sit really close to me, and look at me in a calm happy way, that I can't explain, as I barely remember what it was like to look at his bright blue eyes.We would look at the stars while talking and smiling as the cool summer nights faded away.

Another moment, that I'm not sure why I remember it, because it wasn't really that important or mind-blowing in any way was when he traced my beauty marks on my arm. Let me explain, it's not as weird and boring as it sounds. For some reason that I don't remember, I was talking about how my beauty marks on my right arm form a star.I had my arm on the arm rest of the brown couch outside, on his summer house deck.Patrick was sitting on a blue and white striped lounge chair net to me. I told him about the star formation on my arm and he took his finger and slowly moved it to each point of the star.With every movement of his finger on my arm I felt an electric sensation and happiness. He made me so happy, and thats why I still like him. I'm still reminiscing on the fun past that we shared together last summer. I want the same fun, and the same feelings and experiences to happen all over again. That's why as we pulled up to the rocky road of my summer house all could imagine was jumping out of that car, leaving my parents and sister behind, as I ran across the beach, where I would hug Patrick tightly, and start to kiss hm. Instead, I