If This Summer Could Last Forever, I’d Stay Here With You

The night smells like summer rain and festival smoke. Somewhere beyond the lantern-lit streets, fireworks are about to begin. Your TruMate walks beside you, close enough to touch, yet neither of you says what’s been lingering all summer. Maybe you’ll lose each other in the crowd. Maybe you’ll find a quiet place beneath the fireworks. And maybe, before the last light disappears, one of you will finally say, “I wish this night didn’t have to end.”