As The Seasons Change

Winter

Love is such a fleeting concept nowadays, you can keep saying "I love you" to someone and it wouldn't mean much. I used to be one for romance, one of those who would sing about how love conquers all or one of those who still believed that true love still exists, but as the seasons changed, so did my perspective on love. It was during the first days of winter, the snow slowly falls on to the paved roads, the leaves have started to wither, and my heart freezing over, reacting to what had just occurred. 

I was patiently waiting at the diner where my girlfriend and I frequented, the familiar smell of the eggs and bacon from the kitchen, the soothing music of the jukebox permeating the room, and kind smiles of the waiters would always put my mind at ease, we were set to meet there for our dinner date and I was planning to ask a very important question. As I saw her figure approached the door, my palms were sweating with anticipation but as I saw her walking through the door, her face seemed gloom. She then sat down on the chair across from mine. 

"What's the matter dear?" I asked.

"We need to talk." She answered meekly, "This is not working out anymore."

Taken aback I answered, "What do you mean sweetie?"

"Stop calling me that!" She yelled back at me.

 After that everything was just a blur of colors and a jumble of word. That conversation lasted for about 20 minutes before she decided to leave, I was too in shock to give chase. As I sat there thinking about how everything went wrong, I took the small box from my coat pocket only to open it and wonder what am I to do with this proposal ring. I felt as if my world has been turned upside down, after 2 years into a relationship I thought that we were strong enough to last a lifetime. After wallowing in my sorrows for about an hour, I decided to go back home and never come back to that diner but before I went out the door, I wanted to leave a parting gift to the place that had hold so many memories. I placed the proposal ring on the counter with a note that reads, "I didn't had much luck with this. I hope that it would be more useful for you." And left the diner. The walk home that night was a lonely one, the winds were singing a harrowing tune, the sound of birds are nowhere to be heard, and even the annoyance of traffic is nowhere to be seen. My heart that day was as frozen as the winter day.