After an afternoon of perhaps wishful thinking, I'm brought down to an atmosphere where my summer heart hasn't caught up to reality.  Some how it all gets summed up by (of course) the same someone's JM:

So much wasted in the afternoon
So much sacred in the month of June
How bout you....

And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will pay no mind
When it won't and it won't because it can't
It just can't
It's not supposed to....

Cause I'd die if I saw you
I'd die if I didn't see you there.