We were young. And we would scream together songs unsung.

We were young. And we would scream together songs unsung.
We were walking outside my house last night and you said that you longed for the rain to come. "Two full days of rain," you said, "that's what we need now." But I didn't agree. I love the heat wave. It is all I ever wanted for us, for this summer. What we cold-ass Swedes always long for in the spring, fall and winter - what we need to thaw our hearts. Now we have it; a shut your goddamn mouth type of heat. We should enjoy it, cherish it. 
We will remember this. Glamourise it. The summer of '18, when we wore swimsuits to the club and sun dresses all through the nights without ever putting on a jacket. When every Instagram story had the blurry glow of a sun lotion smudged lens, and our friends optimistically spent their money on new summer homes in the Swedish archipelago. As if it would always be like this. When we debated the prices on table fans and lit way too many pink smoke bombs at dawn, dancing in the high grass till noon when the grocery stores opened. When I went to so many wedding parties without having to work, and suddenly noticed how short summer nights are in Sweden. How they hardly grow dark before they start fading in to dawn again. A Swedish summer night feels like mere minutes, while a winter feels like a lifetime.
When I would rise at 6 am even during my time off, just to be able to go for my morning run before the heat got to heavy. And the world was on fire and the woods were too. When we didn't have to go anywhere for vacation, we could just stay right here. And the dogs would pant on the cool kitchen floor, and so would I. When it was me, and you. We will remember this. The Summer of '18. - Emily