Ten Ways To Say I Love You

Seasons of Love

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.~Edith Sitwell

WINTER

When in winter, their love is like the season outside. Full of fleeting kisses stolen from cold lips and frost atop eyelashes. People assume that winter is cold, unrelenting. But no one can deny the pleasure and wonder in seeing snowfall for the first time. Each snowflake unique, this is the season when Christmas, holidays, family, and all come together, celebrate what they have. The purest time of the year, the reason for specials on TV and radio.

Inviting, she places a gentle kiss on his cheek as he shrugs off his coat and hangs it up. Thier love is shown when they go shopping for their tree, when they bicker for perfect evergreen to grace their house. The fight culminates in getting a perfectly non-perfect tree. In winter, their love is playful, snarky, like when a fistful of snow is shoved down your back, and the desire for childish revenge takes hold, like when you were six years.

Never can it be said they have never bickered. What people don't realize, bickering the sign of a sound relationship. Not arguing, but light hearted, passionate bickering. Winter is the perfect season for this. When they fight over inviting her friends over, he pulls her to him and places a fierce kiss on her lips.They are cold, waking him up. Winter is the season where we try to understand those around us. When we try to communicate to family and friends.

Trepidation runs through him as she slowly unwraps his gift. It has to be perfect. Slowly unraveling the ribbon, she opens a perfect set of her favorite books. She hugs him tightly, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Winter is the season of giving, where we must disregard ourselves and care for those who are around us. We must do everything to forget about us, because there is always someone less fortunate out there who needs our help.

Euphoria races through her as the ball drops. A new year, and new start. A clean slate. Winter is the season where we forget the past, where we leave behind our troubles and begin a new year with resolutions we don't intend to keep. He pulls her to him, kissing her as a new year begins, showing his love for her from the precise moment the year begins. We must learn to put our past behind us, for it is the only thing holding us back from reaching new heights.

Racing the clock, the months of winter slip by like water through fingertips. Winter is the season to cherish. To hold the things we love the most as close as we can to us. Winter is a season of full circles, the only season to start and end the year, the season that shows us nothing truly ends. Not even Mother Nature. Winter is the season of only beginnings, for there is no true end in life. Things change, they evolve, but nothing truly ends. Like love, winter grows.

In the springtime, the only pretty ring time,

when birds do sing,

sweet lovers do love the spring~William Shakespeare

SPRING

She runs through the meadow, her dress whirling around the blossoming flowers and stalks. She reaches out to him through the field, and he catches up to her, swinging her up in the air before setting her back down on the ground, his hands still at her waist. Spring is the season of hope. When things grow. The time when children put away their boots and take out their bikes. Spring is the perfect season for the beginning of love, for it is the season of life.