I always go back to when I got home from field hockey that night.

I always go back to when I got home from field hockey that night. I had showered, it was probably close to 10:30 and I was finishing up making my sister and I some dinner. I had eaten a few bites when I saw her face light up on my phone. I dropped my fork, stood up, grabbed a plum and walked directly out the front door. I took that call. I was hungry from the 3 hours I had just played, but I wanted to hear that voice that makes me melt more than I wanted my meal. I sat on my front steps, biting into my plum, and proceeded to talk to the most breathe taking girl for the next half hour. Just me, on the hood of my car, looking at the perfect sky, eating a plum. That's summertime.