I won't say it. Just can't, but June, you have been a complete wash thus far. A wash as in it is now the 10th day of your Spring/Summer month and I feel as though you are angry with me. What did I do?
Was it that I stayed up too late, went out with , cuddled up with, and swooned over May - making you think that May was my favourite month?
Was it all the Christmas Cheer in December. Did you see me out shopping, skiing and buying gifts for family and friends?
No wait..wait a minute. I think it was April, yes April when I went to Hawaii and PRETENDED it was June. Is that why you are angry? I was positive you did not see me. Perhaps I was wrong.
Now you can't blame me for wanting a bit of June in April, everybody does, even if they won't admit to it unless you get them in a corner at a boring dinner party after a few glasses of cheap red wine. Eventually everybody tells me their wicked secrets and confesses as to which month they would have rather dated.
If I have to say I am sorry for basking in all that sun and enjoying the surf and the sand before your time...then I will. June, I am truly sorry. I really should have waited for you. You know ho much I adore the way you smell, with your fragrant flowers, the way the grass feels when I slip off my shoes and sink my feet into it's June warmth. And your sun.. when you do bring it out it shines like no other month. It is full of promise, hope and good feelings.
June, you know I love you best, and I am here just hoping and waiting that you will show me that you love me too.
At the very least, could you pretend for a few days - preferably the weekend?
xoxo
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