Summer is one of the most comfortable of the four seasons. Imagine yourself driving with the windows down with the air conditioning blasting in your face while the roar of the highway winds whip your hair around. You’re on your way to the beach, and as you drive along the shoreline, you can barely hear the crashes of the waves as they scattered across the rocks down below. You smile beneath the big, wide sunglasses covering your face as your fingers stroll over to the dial on your dashboard, turning the music even louder than before.
You park in a decently crowded parking lot, but you find a spot with ease. Just as you’re getting out of your car to walk down the long, cascading wooden steps to the sandy beach below, you grab your bag with your towel and umbrella. You take each step with purpose as you get closer and closer to the sand, and once you reach it, it’s scorching hot, so you tip toe your way to the perfect spot by an alcove where the ocean water splashes in and out.
You lay the towel down flatly and and spread it out evenly over the sand with the tips of your fingers as peer up from over your sunglasses to see the cutest man you have ever seen walk by, smiling at a friend of his. He’s shirtless with crossed arms and board shorts that are a pale blue, and he and his friend are talking about something inaudible. Your eyes never leave his body as you stake the umbrella into the sand, and even as the wind kicks up the edges of your towel, you fix it casually while secretly watching from behind your sunglasses. You’re in deep lust, and you’re wondering how to get his attention.
He and his friend start volleying a frisbee back and forth with one another, and his back is turned to you, and while you’re still deep in thought about how you could possibly muster up the courage to say anything to him, the frisbee lands right in front of your buried toes in the sand, plopping with a hollow thump. He runs over to retrieve the frisbee, and you know that it’s now or never, so you grab the frisbee and stand up, kicking the grains of sand away from between your toes.
He comes out and smiles at you as he thanks you, extending out his hand for the frisbee, and you smile back, nodding. You introduce yourself before he turns away, and he introduces himself back, and before you could even ask him any follow up questions, like where he’s from or who his friend is or anything, he invites you to throw the frisbee with them. You agree, and you join the group, and before you know it, you’re really getting to know him. Where does he work? Is he from around here? How does he know his friend?
The day flies by as you all splash around in the ocean water, laughing and smiling at each other, and finally, you get the nerve to ask the question that’s been beckoning at your mind since you first locked eyes with him. Surely, someone like him isn’t single. Surely, he has a significant other somewhere who is having fun with their own friend, and he’s just in a healthy enough relationship to not be attached to them all the time. Surely. But you ask anyways, just to get confirmation so that your hopes don’t get up too high.
Turns out, he is indeed single, and your heart skips a beat upon him telling you that that you almost clutch at your chest to keep it all inside. You smile and nod, and tell him that you’re single as well, and there, under that beaming hot sun, you began one of the most passionate, romantic summer love stories of your life.
You went on your first date to a restaurant between your two apartments, and you sat outside and laughed at how cute all the small dogs were as they were walked by by their owners. Your second date was to a museum, and as you both feigned interest in the arts, you were more interesting in trying to hold hands in the most un-awkward way possible. Your third date was a picnic in a park near your homes, where you both talked about your career goals, and where you wanted to move to eventually. Turns out, the west coast would always be both of your homes, and in the waning afternoon sunlight, you took a photograph together on your cell phone, both smiling.
A year goes by, and he’s asked you to meet him at the same beach where you first met, and part of you wonders if he even thought about how this was the place that you two met. You grab your wrapped anniversary gift from the back of the car, which you parked in the same parking spot as before, and you saunter down the steps as the sun sets over the horizon of the ocean and the wind blows your hair back from your shoulders.
There, in the same spot you had set up a year ago in the sand, he sits with a campfire sizzling in the sand, and he smiles as he gives you a kiss, and a necklace bejeweled with diamonds to commemorate the event. You give him his gift, and when he unwraps it, he smiles just as brightly as he does in the photograph.
You’ve given him a image turned into text of the same photograph that you two took together almost a year ago with all the words sprawled across it that you wanted to let him know. How happy you are to have been at the beach that day, and how happy you are that that frisbee landed in front of your feet. How summer is now your favorite season, and it’s all because of him. Luckily, this item is ready to hang too, so he doesn’t even have to worry about all the setup that’s involved with a regular framed photo. He will be able to just hang it up on the wall right away, and be able to share it with all his friends immediately via social media.
Summer love is a beautiful thing, so when it’s warm and breezy out this summer, why not let the person that you love that must know how much they mean to you with Photo to text? We promise they’ll never forget how amazing the season is!