I’m not sure I should confess this, but seeing as I alluded to, I figure my secret is out of the bag already. OK, so here it goes…I’m in love a Richard Marx hit. Well, I’m actually in love with all his songs, but one in particular has always resonated with me. It’s a little ditty called Endless Summer Nights, and it conjures up just the sorts of images you think it would: breezy nights, toes dipped in moonlit beaches, stolen moments and romantic kisses under the stars. Don’t believe me? Go ahead and read the lyrics…I’ll give you a moment…
Believe me now? Good.
I’m not sure why, but ever since I was young, I dreamed of having the sort of summer romances described in that song (and, coincidentally, described in one of my favorite movies, Grease…), spending wistful afternoons dreaming about it as I floated in the pool and stared into the blue skies above. You know, the kind that make everything seem magical and make you wish that September was a million miles away. I wonder what that would feel like. It’s tempting, isn’t it? To want to believe that sort of whimsy is out there? Have you ever had a summer romance, friends? Has it lasted past the first orange leaf of fall?
[Photos via Le Love]