he wasn't the one for me.
at least, that's what i told myself.
you give yourself certain standards or ideals as if you really get to choose who you fall in love with.
you think about the features you want in a partner, but you could fall in love with someone without any of them.
brown eyes are suddenly not just brown eyes.
but he was a rascal, rumors flying around and escaping everyone's lips. but none of that seemed to matter when i was with him. he brought me to life, gave me a high. i never thought i'd need anything or anyone else.
but like the seasons he changed before my eyes, and the warmth of summer turned to the autumn breeze and eventually a winter blizzard.
though it hurt to let go of the source of my bliss, i knew the storms were rough and inescapable.
i had to protect myself. i had to leave. before i got hurt.
i'll always remember him, but now--
i can't stand the cold.
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looking back i wonder what could've been, if he hadn't become what he did.
if his love for me didn't fade like the heat and sunshine towards the end of summer.
if he didn't change like the color of the leaves in the beginning of fall.
if he didn't become as cold as a winter storm.
but everything happens for a reason, and he just wasn't the one for me.
