Summertime...

God... maybe, sometimes, this is as good as life gets. Maybe this will be the happiest time of my life.
When it's summertime and I'm covered in bug bites and smelling slightly of bug spray and sun. Walking around in shorts and tee shirts with no school and very few actually important responsibilities (that you kind of forget about and slack on anyways because, well, hey, it's summer isn't it?). When I'm holding hands and playing on swings and giving kisses goodnight. When I'm munching on salt and vinegar chips at 1:30 in the morning writing about whatever random stuff I'm thinking. When the beach is actually not freezing. When my mosquito bite healer stuff is used more than my stress related acne remover stuff.
Maybe this is as good as it gets.

That idea kind of scares me. But at the same time, if this was as good as my life got, if it stayed at this level of awesome for forever, I'd be so happy....
Who knows. I'll just have to see what else life brings won't I?