My book is about my first love. It deals with growth and grief, guilt and courage. My words follow me along the path as I try to find my way through the chaos of questions and answers. It is written very differently than my other stories because it is my own. I am a hopeless romatic who hasn't had her first kiss yet, who has never been loved by a boy before, who loves painfully open and yet in secrecy.
But above all, it is about August. My August. My love.
A love letter began writing itself on a summer day seven years ago, I have just come to pick up the words that have been following me since then. This book is not about getting over someone you love- it is about finding your courage to tell them how you feel, to not have regrets, to trust your heart.
I have written this book with no intention of publishing it but all my friends and family cried while reading it privately.
"It is such a beautiful book, Elaine. You cannot leave it like this. You have to publish it!"
Here I am, I guess. My ten year old self would be gaping at me right now.
"This is so real, all of it." I say to her as I grin.
This book is honestly the one I am most proud of. It is beautifully written and I am not prone when it comes to my words. A love letter has had me kicking my feet and feel butterflies and sick to my head. It has taken me out to dance barefoot in the rain and to send that risky text message, it has taught me to be less afraid and to fall in love with loving.
I think it teaches my readers that love makes you do crazy things that aren't so crazy after all, they are you. Just because you're in love, doesn't mean you are less smart, it doesn't make you foolish or delusional. Being in love makes you be human, with all your dreams and wishes and desires. And it made me be a teenager, messy and chaotic and happy, a fuzz of laughter and tears, hazy gazes and short breaths. What I find so beautiful about this book is that it is no fiction in any type of way. It shows that the love we read in all those romance books, does exist- even if the ending is tragic or good after all. It is life. It is love. It is the truth. That's all I am going to say.
Elaine Persigla
romantic summer first love second chance nonfiction loveletters self-developement courage hope honesty romance