It’s Not Summer Without You

When I used to picture forever, it was always with the same boy. In my dreams, my future was set. A sure thing.

This wasn’t the way I pictured it. Me, in a white dress in the pouring rain, running for the car. Him, running ahead of me and opening the passenger door.

“Are you sure?” he asks me.

“No,” I say, getting in.

The future is unclear. But it’s still mine.