She was bronzed by the sun, the Summer heat emboldening both her body and her growing passion for life and for me. We met at my Aunt’s, our courtship, if you could call it that, a whirlwind of youthful pursuit and ferocious exploration. We were each other’s introduction to the delights of sexuality, our spirited adolescence unraveling the tenuous ropes still fastening us to our childhood innocence. On the cusp of maturity and burgeoning manhood, I gripped her hand tighter and tighter, our whirlwind lust and naïve devotion blossoming into love. It was the Summer my heart felt enamored by a girl, the fire that threatens to overtake your entire body and being, unable to be contained by the heart, which Is made both indestructible and fragile by the young siren you call yours. As with all great fairy tales, ours was marred by fate. She moved due to her family needing more affordable financial obligations, and J remained in our hometown, grief-stricken and wandering. Of course, we stubbornl