summer ends

I hoped that it would never end.
And it went and ended anyways.
Fuck.
Summer always ends
and until now I was always happy for that
no bittersweet goodbyes or last hurrah's or tears goodbye
until now I was happy that days of sitting around wishing I had something to do were over
and now...
now its all fucked up
Because no one tells you
When you have a summer that you don't want to end...
It does.
Just like all the rest of the summers
It ends.
And the best thing that you can do, is hope everything you loved about it remains. And thats really what keeps me going. I know hoping everything is a little ambitious of me but really what's the harm in hoping. I'm not hurting anyone.
Sadly though it doesn't seem to deaden the blow any.
The fact remains that summer is over.
And for the first time
I wished it never would.