Nothing makes coming home for the summer worth it like a summer fling. It’s the reason to tone up, get tan, and take advantage of any and every opportunity of meeting new people. But what happens when it’s time for that summer fling to end? The fall is fast approaching, and classes are starting within the week. It’s come time to say goodbye.
There is no rational to stay together, despite feelings that may or may not be there. One person is staying in New England for school, the other is heading across the country. A fling that’s been going on for a month or so is too much to push into a relationship, so the two part ways and restart the lives left off in the spring.
But how do we get over it? How do we put it all behind us? After finding someone worth the time, who’s fun, attractive, adventurous and shares your views on life, how do we just let them go?
We let them go because we’re realistic, because the timing is imperfectly perfect. It is imperfect because we’ve found the most incredible human being worth mooning over and in a cruel twist of fate it has to end. But maybe it’s perfect because it had an expiration date. No time was wasted in fighting, or trying to work through each other’s personal issues so you could really “understand” the other. Instead, each person was just the best version of themselves, enjoying the moment. Everything ends on a good note.
That doesn’t mean it hurts any less to say goodbye. It’s one of those “be grateful that it happened” situations. It’s cliche, but if it’s meant to be something more, then come back to it in the future.
Think of your life like a play, where you are the lead actor. Summer flings are the cameos of the romance world. They fall into place because they add a little excitement and interest to the story. They excite the audience, and then fall away again before the plot has a chance to thicken and anyone gets too attached.
And if anyone does get attached, well, it makes the story a little more interesting. Don’t worry, there’s a never-ending supply of cameos. But remember, it’s only summer and it’s only the college years. No one knows what, or who, the second act will bring.
That’s part of the fun.