I am beached out. My hair is bleached out. My skin is freckled out. My brain has been thoroughly spaced out. My bathing suits and flip flops are stretched out. My ability to eat one more piece of corn or watermelon slice is maxed out. My desire to grill anything ever again is burned out. I am basically summered out. And yet…yet… I want it to linger on.

I am a lingerer. I never want good things to end. I am the last to leave a good party or a good conversation, I am the last to abandon a once good friendship or relationship that doesn’t fit anymore, I am the one who doesn’t want a good book or a really good ice cream cone to end, I will go 5 days without washing my hair to make a salon blowout last, basically I am the last to give up on anyone or anything I love.
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