Your Voice Was The Soundtrack Of My Summer

"I'm keeping my promise, but why can't I love you?" I looked at her in complete confusion, not aware that her reaction would be a smug reply.

"Why is it that hard for you not to fall in love with me?" she smirked playfully.

"No! It's just that, why? Don't you want to fall in love? And just lose it all?" I looked cockily at her.

"No, I think it's just you Paul,” she smiled gaily.

"You have a boyfriend who's somewhere across the world right now, don't you? That's why you don't want to fall in love with me,” I accused of her.

It made perfect sense, a girl crying over her boyfriend. A mother accusing her of having another boyfriend and her promise for not to fall in love.

"Maybe. Maybe not,” she mysteriously looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.

"So, you're giving me false hopes?" I looked at her with a downcast stare.

"But you promised!" she snapped at me.

"I know, I know, but if I didn't. . ,”

"But that's exactly why I did!" she said in a nervous quavery voice.

"Why?" I looked at Indigo in a nervous way.

Was there something that Indigo was hiding from me? A secret, an unknown something she didn't want me to know about.

"Because, Paul. I'm not ready for love,” she said in a nervous voice.

"Oh,” I muttered in a disappointed wondering if it was true or not if girls mature faster than boys.

Or if what she was saying was a cover up.
She wiped some cascading tears from her eyes and looked at me pathetically.

"We've met just today and already you managed to make me cry,” she laughed shakily.

"Is that a good thing or bad?" I looked at her not knowing what to expect.

"That. Depends on why I'm crying,” she looked at me with a strudy smile.

"So judging by your smile, it's a good thing?" I looked at her feeling a wave of relief overcome me.

"Yes. It's just funny, because I'm afraid I'll end up just like my mom,” she shrugged absent-mindedly.

"You won't,” I doubtfully shook my head, assuring her problems. She sighed and looked at me heftily.

"Why do you think so?" she asked disconcertly.

"Because, you're not your mom,” I bluntly told her.

"Oh. Right. Do you believe in love?" she asked casually about a not so casual question.

Her hand tightened around my own at this part.

I wondered if the cold sweat of our palms was hers or mine.

"It's the reason why we're here, right?" I look at her with my theology on love.

"Yeah, maybe for you, but not for me. It was more of an accident, you know?" she playfully smiled.

"I guess. It depends on your idea of love really,” I shrugged, wondering why I was so biased on this topic.

Her eyes seemed crystalline as we walked in hand in hand on the beach, merging into the group of teenage lovers.

"Honestly, I don't think there's such a thing,” she looked abysmally at me. Well, this shouldn't come as a surprise, considering her parents weren't exactly the the typical 50's suburb family. Mine were, but not hers.

"What can I do to change your mind?" I looked at her with a stable hard stare.

"I don't know,” she kicked at the sand and turned her head towards the ocean.

"Well, I can't prove it to you, since you banned me from loving you,” I growled mercilessly at her.

"I know that. I just want to believe that there's no such thing,” Indigo shrugged absent-mindedly

I saw an old couple taking a walk along the ocean. They looked similar to us, only grayer in age and they were definitely in love. His arms were around his waist and her head was on his shoulders. I squinted hard to try to see them from Indigo's perspective. It was hard. What would they be called?

"See that old couple over there?" I said, pointing with my eyes.

"Yeah? What about them?" she acknowldged their presence.

"What do you call that? If it's not love?" I wise-assed her.

She paused for awhile, leading me to believe that I had actually won this round. But no, Indigo was full of mysteries. And answers.

"Aging affection,” she confidently looked at me.

"What?! Or you could just say love!" I determinedly told her.

Why was I, of all people a strong believer and supporter of love?Was it because I was falling in love little by little?

"Nope. Do you believe in magic?" she looked at me with solemn eyes.

"No. C'mon, Indigo, I'm 16 not 4,” I wondered where she was taking this.

"That's just it! Love to me, is just like magic. A thing that would make our world so much better, but also something that just isn't true,” Indigo replied.

I had nothing to say to that. Was everyone else's perspective on love different? I guessed so, but I never actually took the time actually investigate that.
But I did know that Indigo was the first person I met who didn't believe in love.

"Indigo, what do you call this?" I looked at her with my serene eyes, wondering if chocolate brown eyes and hazy blue ones made a good comparison.

"Call what Paul?" she demanded, and I arched my face lower so that it would meet hers.

And I tasted her lips for what would be the third time now.

This time her lips were sweeter than ever. It wasn't short, and it wasn't interrupted. She didn't dare let go of the grasp and I just relished in the rare moments when magic did exist.

I felt her fingers reach for mine, attaching themselves like they were meant to be.

I slowly pulled away, wondering if I shouldn't have done that or not. She looked at me, her eyes dizzy and looked at mine for a bashful moment.

"You never answered my question,” I reminded her, as we resumed our stroll.

"It would be called a kiss,” she answered slowly shuffling the sand around her feet.

"Yeah? And kisses are done out of what?" I grinned slowly, knowing that Indigo had no way out of this one.

"Insistence,” she said, looking at me with a smirk.

"What?! No. Insistence of what?" I looked at her, wondering where she got all these answers.

And mostly in dissapointment because I lost this round.

"Insistence that love is true,” she quirkily told me and she grasped my hand together as we walked into the horizon.

Summer love. Too bad the girl I was in love with didn't believe in love.