Lost Messages

Seasons

My first crush was Winter. Winter was fun to look at from the safety of my warm home. I liked winter and I admired what he did. He created beautiful things. I would admire the icy sculptures he built around the trees. I would watch as he showed the world how great he was with his mighty blizzards. Cold logical winds howled about how much he knew. I would go out sometimes to build snowmen or make angels on the ground, innocent flirting, but I would never dare stay out too long. However beautiful he was, he still betrayed me in a frostbitten heart and I was both sad and glad when Spring finally came.

I loved Spring because of his beautiful flowers and inviting temperatures. I could spend more time with Spring. I could flirt without worry of catching a cold. He would create flowers that were lovely. When I got close enough the smell of them drew me in and distracted me from the fact that some were poison. I loved to create with what he gave me, and he always told me that the crowns I made were prettier than his plain lilacs. I never fully believed him. I was also nervous around Spring. His calm days could turn to wild storms at any moment. When his angry tornados were directed at me, all I could do was take shelter and wait for the good weather to return. I soon got tired of having to hide and I welcomed Summer in.

Summer was warm and friendly. He brought with him light-hearted fun. There were no storms to be found. Summer was always my friend, welcoming me to laugh. I was always welcome to come out to play. When I finally danced with him it was like taking a nap on a sun-baked patch of grass. My face filled with blushing heat, but he was an ice-cold glass of lemonade. He did not care that he was special: he simply wanted everyone to enjoy his presence. Summer invited me to enjoy friendship with him, but he seemed oblivious to the fact that I just wanted to know that he loved me back. Summer was everyone's favorite season. But I felt he was mine above all else. However, our favorites are always the ones that are over too quickly.

Autumn came too soon and I had to say goodbye to Summer who I had found so much comfort in. I had to say goodbye to him in order to say hello to my own season. I faced Autumn, and I found a mirror. The changing leaves lit by the sun reminded me of my own brown eyes rimmed in green. Autumn paints when she is bored. The vibrant colors speak of emotions that can't be voiced. The smell of a Thanksgiving meal reminds her that it is important to be grateful for her home, her family and herself. I had fallen for all these boys but I had yet to look for myself.