Summer was cool- she had amazing style, great taste, ask anyone- but she didn't play it cool, she didn't play fucking games. She was a thousand percent up front and full on. She didn't withhold, she didn't passive-aggressively disappear into silence. She would be up three timezones away as I hopped  a cross-continental flight at dawn. Waiting to board at JFK to be by her side, she would text me, every time. "How are you, baby?! On your way yet?! I can't sleep- too excited! Can't wait to kiss you!!" Every time. This is one of the thousand things I must say to try and explain who this incredible woman was. How completely she loved me. And how I ache and always will until I may once again be in her arms...