He was like a tree.
He had bright colorful leaves that made him so alive. The tree was so strong and healthy.
When the weather got bad, the leaves would drop one by one, blowing far away in the wind. Soon the tree lost all his leaves and winter came.
Everything was still, everything was cold, and nothing as okay anymore. The tree no longer was strong and happy.
But everytime the weather got good again, his leaves would come back.
The tree needed his leaves, the way he needed her.
But of course she always came back. She believed he loved her.
