I Loved You Even You Left

Through The Season

The days with Liam turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Life with him felt like living in a dream I never wanted to wake up from. Each moment, no matter how small, was filled with laughter, warmth, and love.

It was spring by then, and life was renewed once more. Liam had a bad habit of waking me up early on Saturdays so we could take long, long walks through the park. There were cherry blossoms lining the paths in soft pink.

"Come on, sleepyhead," he'd say tugging at my hand as I buried my face deeper into the pillow. "The world isn't going to wait for us."

"And it can go on without me for another hour," I'd mumble, though I never really meant it.

He always managed to coax me out of bed, his excitement too infectious to resist.

We happened to be sitting under one of the biggest cherry blossom trees in the park on a Saturday morning. The petal rains fell all around us every time the breeze was slight, and Liam went up and caught one floating by.

"Make a wish," I said with a smile at the picture of him holding the delicate petal in his hand.

He closed his eyes for a moment, a mischievous grin tugging at the edges of his mouth.

"What did you wish for?" I asked when he opened them again.

"If I tell you, it won't come true," he said, bending forward to kiss my forehead.

I rolled my eyes. "You're impossible."

"And you love me for it."

As spring became summer, our weekends were filled with trips to the beach and driving along beaches late at night. Liam adored the ocean, and his childlike laughter when we went there never stopped making me laugh.

One warm afternoon, we stretched on the sand, listening to the soothing rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore.

Ellie," Liam said, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to live near the ocean?"

"All the time," I admitted. "It feels like the kind of place where time slows down, where you can just breathe.

He nodded thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "Maybe one day," he said softly, "we'll have a little house by the beach. With a garden for you and a hammock for me."

"A hammock?" I asked, laughing.

"Absolutely," he said, grinning. "I'll spend my days reading, and you can plant all the flowers you want. It'll be perfect.

It does sound perfect," I said, my heart swelling at the thought of a future with him.

Summer shook off into autumn, and a crispness of air made everything feel alive. We spent evenings wrapped in blankets on his balcony, watching leaves change colors. Liam always had a cup of hot chocolate in his hands, the warmth seeping into his fingers as he slowly took sips.

You know," he said one evening, his voice thoughtful, "there's something magical about this time of year. It's like the world is getting ready to start over."

"Do you ever feel like you need a fresh start?" I asked, curious.

"Not anymore," he replied, his eyes meeting mine. "Not since I met you.

The sincerity in his voice made my breath catch, and I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"You're such a sap," I said, though my heart felt almost bursting with love for him.

"And you love me for it," he said, laughing.

By the time winter was back in the air, Liam and I were comfortable with our daily routine. Weekdays had work and errands, but evenings solely belonged to each other. Sometimes we'd cook dinner together, twirling around the kitchen to whatever happened to be playing on the radio. Other times, we'd just cuddle up on the couch with a movie, and he would wrap his arms around me as we lost ourselves in the story.

One snowy night, we wanted to walk through the city, with the streets gleaming all around from twinkling holiday lights. Liam would not allow us to pass by without looking at every tiny shop along the street, stopping inside to admire the decorations and pulling me in after him whenever his gaze landed on something interesting.

We went by one street vendor selling roasted chestnuts. Liam purchased a bag and gave it to me. His hands touched mine.

Warm enough?" he asked, his breath visible in the cold air.

I nodded, smiling. "Thanks to you."

We walked until we arrived at a little park where the moss-covered trees were strung with fairy lights that twinkled like stars. Liam pulled me into the center of the park, his eye gleaming with a mischievous glint.

"Dance with me," he said, his hand stretching out toward me.

"Here? Now?" I asked, looking around.

Why not?" he said, grinning. "There's no music, but who needs it?"

I laughed, but I took his hand, letting him spin me under the lights. The world seemed to fade away, and all that was left was the two of us in our little balloon of happiness.

"You are ridiculous," I said, though I couldn't stop smiling.

"And you love me for it," he replied, pulling me closer.

The seasons changed again, but one thing remained constant: Liam and I, together. It wasn't always perfect-there were fights over silly things, moments of doubt, and days that seemed like a little too much. But through it all, we clung to each other because we knew what we had was worth fighting for.

One evening, as we sat on the couch, Liam reached out and squeezed my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Ellie," he said, his voice serious.

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever think about forever?"

I looked at him, my heart skipping a beat. "I do," I said softly. "Do you?"

"All the time," he admitted. "And when I think about it, it's always you."

Tears filled my eyes, and I leaned in to kiss him, pouring all my love into that single moment.

Liam was my forever. I didn't know what the future held, but with each other, I knew we could face whatever life had in store.

For now, we had the seasons and the moments and love that made everything else fade away.

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