Story Time!

Summer

My favourite season is winter.

Winter didn't break my heart like summer did.

Summer is when I met her.

Sunshine and warm smiles.

Fireworks and stolen kisses.

Bonfires and late nights.

Until we fell apart.

Until we were crying through the night.

Screaming at each other.

Trying to fix our broken hearts.

Trying to fix us.

Summer is my least favourite season.

But autumn is when things change and die.

Autumn is when she left me.

Autumn is when she gave up on us.

After years of push and pull, I pushed and she didn't pull.

Winter is my favourite season.

Winter makes me reminisce how she used to stay up late with me texting about anything and everything.

She used to hold me when I was crying and wanted to disappear.

She used to tell me about her plans for us.

Spring is a prelude to summer.

Spring is new beginnings.

Spring is meeting new people who don't know me like she did.

It's trying to make new relationships work when I know they won't.

It's trying to let go of the past but her face lingers in my dreams and a part of her is burned into my heart and soul.

Then comes summer again.