Summer

Now its nearly summer, coming up to the end of uni, I keep remembering last summer.
Although it ended horribly, it was one of the best summers I've ever had.
Before I thought it a weakness to admit it, but now not so much as despite everything I do miss him.
I'm glad things are finally sorting themselves out for him, that he's the happiest he has been in a long while.  I wish that I could of helped with that but all I ended up doing was making it worse for the both of us.
I said I'd try and keep in contact but I was a bit shit at that, he's probably wondering why suddenly after months of silence I've started texting him again, when before I was afraid to. Because I'm a coward, I didn't know what to say. Even now I will stare at a text that he's sent me for at least five minutes wondering what to put. When I first got to know him the first thing I thought was I could help him through this, I made it worse, but my absence has in way enabled him to move on so maybe I did help in the end.
Summer is beautiful but I always loved autumn and winter more.