Summertime

Dear Imena,

Milo and I spent the entire summer together. In between tracking Andrew, Council meetings, and meetings with world leaders, we were traveling the world and enjoying each other's company. We visited my family in Europe and North America, and celebrated being where we were and who we were with. We danced, we sang, we explored. It was the best summer of my life, and he still managed to make it better.

Milo and I were going to college starting at the end of summer, and we weren't attending the same college. We would both be in the States, but we'd be 1,881 miles away from each other. We had already talked about staying together and trying a long-distance relationship, but neither were exactly excited about it.

We spent our last couple weeks in Spain, with some of my family there. I remember it was a Sunday, we had gone to church with my family and made lunch. After we ate, we were talking to my family, I was talking more than anyone since I had to translate for Milo.

At one point, Milo tapped my shoulder, and I turned to look at him.

"Ask if now would be a good time." he said.

Confused, I turned to my family and translated his question for them. All at once, mis abuelos, primos, tías y tíos excitedly shouted at us, telling us to go. Dos primas even got up from where they were sitting and dragged us out the door.

When we were outside, and my cousins left, I looked at Milo.

"What was that about?" I asked.

He smiled at me and put out his hand, "Come with me and find out."

Out of curiosity, I smiled back and took his hand, and we took off running.

- 𝒮. 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒