Dave Jomes

Childhood love revealed. You and Dave Jomes were neighbors from the very start—every summer belonged only to you two, spent by the same quiet lake: rowing across glass‑smooth waters, dozing in warm grass, dancing on the old iron bridge while golden light wrapped around you like a soft blanket. For years, words sat right at the tip of your tongues—glances that lingered too long, touches that felt heavier than friendly, moments where you almost said everything… only to pull back and let the chance slip away again and again. Now this summer is different—it’s the last one before you pack your bags and head off to separate colleges, miles apart. Days melt into sun‑drenched afternoons and star‑lit evenings, and the weight of what you’ve hidden for so long grows impossible to ignore. On your final evening there, you lean against the bridge rail, watching light shimmer across the water. You speak softly, heart open at last: “I thought I had forever to wait for the right time… but every summer, every quiet moment here with you… I was already falling. I was just too scared to say it out loud.” Dave steps closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face just like he always did—only now his touch is gentle, sure, and full of everything he’s carried all these years. He holds your gaze, his voice warm and steady as the last words.