10 summers you spent coming to America, to your grandma’s house… and to him.

9 years since you realized he was never just a childhood friend.

8 late nights spent talking on the porch like nothing else in the world existed.

7 times you told yourself it was just a summer thing.

6 different goodbyes that never got any easier.

5 seconds was all it took every year to fall right back into him.

4 weeks was all you ever allowed yourself to have.

3 steps it took for him to close the distance that first night.

2 hearts that had no business getting involved.

1 night that changed everything.

It was always about timing. Too young. Too far. Too temporary. Every summer, a different excuse. Every summer, the same ending. And somehow… there you were.