Could it be helped

Tides change

Everyone needs someone to tell secrets to. Someone to to be pissed at the world with you. We met at school when we were kids,I had watched her from afar and observed her.

She was quiet and awkward and knowing that she was honest with herself. I had to find out more about her. I talked with her and she was from out of state. She held my interest.

We both started to change. She became more closed, I didn't mind until I realize I was part of her closing.

She was like the winter: closed off, inside, with nothing but coldness on her mind. Lacking of affection and warmth of feeling, she seemed so gone, but surely summer knew she would come back. So he welcomed her to his warmth which held enthusiasm, affection, and kindness. Summer didn't intend for her to stay just for a small getaway, in the end it became a cycle. She would spring to his side and slowly fall down, he never caught her. Just simply waited for her to come around. And thus the seasons of love were created, accepted or not it was never mistaken.

I wonder what drove this. Darkness.

This is what it was like:

He walked in the shut door looking for answers, she had shut them out for awhile now, but why? They gave her food, clothing, and acceptance. Was that not enough? When he walked in, the day turned to night and he saw a figure through the dense fog. It's movements were slow and graceful, like the dancers they had watched as kids. It was her. His breath was silent trying not to awaken any fears or pity, because that's what she hated most.

She sensed him, and her eyes studied his curiosity checking it's purity. A small part of her mind had always been outside the walls which guided her. They spoke of the destiny of others who were happy. The other parts of her could have cared less. He closed his eyes to reach out for her, to bring her back home but she knew his weakness. He was scared of the dark, her darkness.

Time separated us.

It was for the best.

I am not always cold,

BOY