Seasons.

In your eyes I fell. I saw a future with you in it. The abyss of the world is so vast.

But you shrink the large doubt in me. The doubt of love. The doubt of a world where I am in love. A love that is truly something.

Not imagination. Not fiction.

I fell. I jumped. Into you.

The feeling feels like Summer. Smells like Spring.

The longing sensation of wanting you next to me feels like Winter.

But I love the weather. Give me sunshine. Give me rain. Give me snow. It doesn't matter.

Next to you is like Summer. That's all that matters to me.