Summer flings are always fun. You meet a new person, you just barely get to know them, you have a good time and it’s over in a couple weeks. When you go home back to your real life, the memories are still fresh in your mind and they’re good memories—so good, in fact, that you convince yourself that you were in love.
But you weren’t. Because with real love, it’s not the happy memories that make you smile that let you know that you were in love - it’s the pain.
