Memories of Summer

Act 5: A taste of Summer

Why do you want to forget Summer?

I hate her. As simple as that… God I hate her.

Ok then, what do you hate about Summer?

I hate how she looks. Her eyes. Her smile. Her hair. Her cheeks. I hate her damn face.

I hate how she acts angry and.. cute… and scary to force me to do something stupid and embarrassing… like standing in the middle of the park holding out a sign that says "I love Summer" while screaming her name. Playing stupid games and bets... Dancing in public just because I lost that bet…  Attending our photography club meeting with her picture on my shirt… Well, my picture was on her shirt too so maybe it shouldn’t count… no. It makes it more stupid. And cheesy.

Summer.

I hate her name.

I hate how she thinks she can just barge into my life, turn it upside down, and then just leave when she wants to. And leave me in a damn mess. A mess with no goddamn direction but to come running back to her, begging her to take me back. Banging my fists on her door. Waiting for her outside in the rain. Running after her cab on a winter night. Take me back. Just take me back. She can abuse me as she wishes. Plague me with her petty childish games like she used to. Just take me back. Take me back. But she won't. God I hate her.

Ok. Let's lighten things up a little. We know how she looks like. We talked about smell. Let's now talk about tastes. What particular flavors, tastes that remind you of Summer?

Bacon, popcorn, burgers, pizza, chicken, soju, ddokboki, fishcakes, salami, pesto, cheese and more… I can't pick just one.

 I told you. Whenever we were together, we just eat and eat and eat. I'm not complaining. I love to eat too. But she… she's just over the top. Always eating.

Either that or she's finding some creative ways to torture the living hell out of me.

God, who the hell wrote My Sassy girl anyway? Who the hell thought that exchanging shoes and playing tag is a good idea?  And who the hell thought getting me out of law class by telling my professor that she's having an abortion was funny? We haven't even kissed then. Crazy evil woman.

Which brings us to the topic. So, tell us about the first kiss.

Our first kiss was kinda complicated. We had two first kisses at least. I know. It doesn’t make any sense. Everything doesn’t make sense anyway.

Well, about the real first kiss.  I told you she faints a lot right? She blacked out one time and didn’t wake up for three days. God, was I scared. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t bring her to the hospital. She told me not to bring her there the next time she passes out. She said it was some hereditary thing where she just falls asleep out of nowhere. No big deal. But she's been unconscious for three days. I was worried sick.

On the third night I couldn’t stand it anymore. I didn't know any of her relatives, I couldn’t inform them about her. I didn’t know what to do. What if she's really dead? I called 911 and in 30 minutes an ambulance came.

We stayed at the hospital overnight. The doctors wont tell me anything. Its stupid.

I watched over her for a few days more. I missed some of my classes.  I was so damn anxious and worried. I was going crazy at that moment. I would talk to her even if she was unconscious.  Then a full week later, I just had this crazy idea.

You won't believe me even if I say it. I actually thought that she might wake up if I kissed her. I mean, that's the rule in fairytales right?  The prince kisses the sleeping princess and she wakes up. And yes, our life is a fairytale. She is the wicked witch of the west. Damnit.

So yeah… I kinda gave her a peck on her lips. I mean, what harm could it do right? I should have known. Sigh.

It worked. She woke up. Like really... I don't know how. But it actually worked.

 She opened her eyes and pushed me away. God was she strong.

She didn't talk to me for a week after that.