They fade.
The memories,
The person,
The feelings
...and the season.
They fade.
Like a flower that dies after showing its beauty then bloom again-just like how he dies and revived by someone else.
They fade.
Like a piece of this flower; blew by the wind until they went to different directions, as you watch it-as he fall inlove to someone else.
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Your broken heart.
Just like a flower that grows in the right season-it will heal as you find your happiness with the right person.
Edited: March 30, 2022
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