Accidently in love

AnjolaNoodle

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Parts 9
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Reads 181
Votes 39
Parts 9
Time 59m

AnjolaNoodle

Mature

Hello dear people,
    here I am again. This is a new attempt to bring the chaos and ideas in my head to (digital) paper in a story about friendship, courage, and hope for true love.
    
    Trigger Warning:
    May contain traces of smut, coarse language, mentions of homophobia, illness, and death.
    
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    **The Changing Seasons**
    
    Meeting you was like spring. Sun rays, the first green, and delicate blooms of a feeling I thought the snow and cold had buried.
    
    Getting to know you was like summer. I began to burn for you, more and more each day, each meeting like a mild evening by the lake that never wanted to end.
    
    Seeing you with her was like autumn. The strength that slowly but steadily leaves the leaves. The hope that crumbles and lies on the rain-wet ground.
    
    Losing you was like winter. Cold and icy, seemingly never-ending, swallowing every light. And when I thought I'd find joy in the snow masses, they turned into gray, slippery mud.
    
    Here comes spring again, hope blossoms anew, only to be torn apart once more.All Rights Reserved

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Hello dear people,
    here I am again. This is a new attempt to bring the chaos and ideas in my head to (digital) paper in a story about friendship, courage, and hope for true love.
    
    Trigger Warning:
    May contain traces of smut, coarse language, mentions of homophobia, illness, and death.
    
    ---
    
    
    **The Changing Seasons**
    
    Meeting you was like spring. Sun rays, the first green, and delicate blooms of a feeling I thought the snow and cold had buried.
    
    Getting to know you was like summer. I began to burn for you, more and more each day, each meeting like a mild evening by the lake that never wanted to end.
    
    Seeing you with her was like autumn. The strength that slowly but steadily leaves the leaves. The hope that crumbles and lies on the rain-wet ground.
    
    Losing you was like winter. Cold and icy, seemingly never-ending, swallowing every light. And when I thought I'd find joy in the snow masses, they turned into gray, slippery mud.
    
    Here comes spring again, hope blossoms anew, only to be torn apart once more.

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