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They call it Summer Romance for a reason.These feelings, they will die by the end of the season.You'll no longer try to hold my hand.You'll finally see me for who I really am.I'm just an animal who learned to speak in notes and prose and hand-me-down melodies.Just a boy who tries his best to sing clearly and honestly.Just a boy who falls in love too quickly with almost every woman he meets.Just a boy who wants to know your name so he can write it down for himself and store it away. A frame of reference for the way your hair used to hang over your face.They call it Summer Romance for a reason.But bleeding hearts still bleed and seep into next season.Like a pad of paper and a felt-tip pen, turn the page and there you are again.Just a frame of reference for how all of this began and why it should end.Just a boy who tries his best to sing clearly and honestly.Just a boy who falls in love too quickly with almost every woman he meets.Just a boy who wants to know your name so he can write it down for himself and throw it away. A methodical routine to forever be afraid of first kisses, near misses and knees that accidentally touch.Tell me, why can't we just act like we're adults? From Letras Mania