When you say that people are just like seasons, do you still remember it?
"Some make us feel warm like the sun, some make us weep like the pouring rain, some leave traces in our hearts like the autumn leaves, and some damage us until we're numb like the frostbites. But you know what? They always come and go. Like people."
And... I believed you.
Until one day, I realized you were wrong all along.
Seasons might never stay and they always come and go, but their hellos and goodbyes are constant.
Unlike people.
Once they bid farewell, it's really meant to be the last goodbye.
There is no more cheery hello after that.
There is no more certainity of hoping them to come back.
They just...
Gone.
Vanished.
Left me.
