Another summer has come and gone. You had such a blast with her. Bare feet on sun soaked beaches. Ocean crisp air in your lungs. Sunsets painting the sky like a stained glass window. Three months of bliss.
You just both became very good at pretending September wasn't coming. And as you both stare out over the sunset, you get the feeling that you will never see her again.

[An idea I was messing with]