i met two seasons

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part of me wanted to believe she was real.
part of me believed she was the apparition of fall, the part that needed to have someone close to me just as fall had granted me so long ago.
shaking, i reached out and touched warm skin.
i looked up from my snow boots to see spring herself, a small smile tugging at her lips as well as the strings to my own heart.
perhaps spring wasn't just a far away dream.