Dear My Golden Tan,
I never want this summer to end, because it means you will leave and fade into memory. This has been so much more than a fling to me, even though you seem to think you can just walk off in the cloudy, cloudy days to come.
Remember the good times we had, my beautiful, golden tan? Remember when you [sun]kissed me down by the pool? Or those wonderful days in the mountains of Colorado? I even forgive you for the burn I felt from that passionate afternoon at the beach when I decided "protection" wasn't necessary. Just don't go.
Love,
Kymba
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