My Summer Love Story

Lisette Suarez
My summer love story happened when I was a sophomore in high school. Isaac had transferred to our school the middle of June, because his father had been in the Army and was now retired, and they decided to move during that time. I had been in home room and remember how when he came in our eyes instantly locked in with each other. It was as if we had somehow met before as if we were meant to see each other again at this particular place and at this particular time.

He had taken the empty seat next to me and proceeded to ask me if I would show him around school since he was new. He seemed like a good and bad boy all in one, with his curly hair, white polo shirt, beige cargo pants and timberland boots. I was kind of shy, so I sorted just shrugged as if saying sure I will. I knew instantly that I liked him and wanted to get to know more of him.

We ended up spending all of the end of the year and the summer together, because without me knowing it, his father had rented a house not far from where my parents I lived and I couldn't have been happier. He had been my summer love. He took me to the movies and took me to the park. We also went to the zoo and the amusement park where he would tell me to get on all the crazy rides with him. Alone or with anyone else, I would never have agreed because of how terrified I was of the rides. But with Isaac, it was different, he made me feel as if there were no fear when I was with him, and as long as he was around he would protect me.

We were a mixed match too, because he was very friendly and outgoing, where I was very shy and nice. He took me to meet his parents and his brother and sister. He met my parents and my sister. His parents thought it was cute that he had a summer love and would playfully tease him about it.

We would sit on the steps of my house and we'd talk and talk for hours about anything and everything. It was a great summer even when on August 28, he told me that his father was moving again and this time it would be a permanent move. I was very sad when he left, that I didn't even want to go to school. I didn't want my summer love story to end. But a week after he had left, and a day before school was supposed to start, a package arrived for me. My mom had signed for it and she said it was from Isaac.

I quickly opened it and inside was a tape and a picture of him. I put the tape in the VCR and pressed play. Isaac came up, I guess he was sitting in his living room, and was telling me how he had the best summer of his life and that I made him forget even for just a little bit, the death of two of his best friends (one being his cousin). It had been four of them in the car, his cousin Jack(who had been eighteen and was driving), his best friend Todd who was sitting behind Jack, and Isaac was on the passenger side next to Jack and John had sat behind Isaac.

Jack had been driving under the influence without anyone in the car knowing, and when he was going to make a left turn on a yellow light a car came slamming on his side. The impact killed Jack and Todd and had hurt Isaac and John. It had happened just six months before he came and his father wanted decided to move for awhile to kind of clear their heads.

He had given me his contact information and for awhile I had been able to contact him. But after a few years his information changed and I was unable to contact him again. I only had his picture, the one I had taken when we had gone to the amusement park. I still think about him at times and I have heard rumors that he got into drugs and was in rehab. But I will never forget my summer love story and I tell it to everyone that wants to hear it.

If you are lucky enough to still be with your summer love, cherish it. If you are like me and you don't, think about the good times you had with this person, how this person made you feel and know that they will always be in your heart forever no matter how old or with whom you end up. I plan on telling my children about my summer love story when they get older and any grandchildren they may give me.

Published by Lisette Suarez

I love everything in print and showing my three children the joys as well. I believe that writing should be done whether you wish to gain from it or not as a way to express yourself.  View profile

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  • Lisette S.5/9/2008

    Yes so true. Thanks!

  • 3lilangels5/9/2008

    Aww what a lovely story, thanks for sharing. atleast you still have the picture, some don't have even that!

  • Lisette S.4/27/2008

    You're welcome. I hope he did too. His parents don' t know anything about him either.

  • PenPress4/26/2008

    Thanks for sharing the loving memory....................I hope he was able to recover from the addiction...........................

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