The Last Page Has No Ending

Before summer comes to an end, every flutter of the heart on campus is quietly counting down.

He's the breeze by the basketball court, the figure at the end of the hallway, the hand that borrowed an eraser during evening study.

They hid their secret crushes in their notebooks, in the neat folds of their school uniforms, in the unspoken words, “What are you looking at?”

Letters never sent, embraces that never made it past the heart: every story is a brave love that went unanswered.

There are summers when a secret crush comes to nothing, and confessions that come too late;

there's the illusion of “Maybe he likes me,” and the tender-hearted choice to “wait one more second.”

But every one of them once fell head over heels in love in their youth.