@marcmire 1 December 2020

Seasons of love

It was still summer when our hearts were still burning hot from the intimacy we felt for each other. Everything was fine; everything was surreal. Each time I held your hand in under the scorching heat of the season, I can feel the warmness of your love, the radiance of your beauty illuminated by the sun’s rays. Oh, I was so deep in love with you, Jane.

*Continuously, it all bloomed. But I knew there was something wrong.* When spring came, Jane, I was left dumbfounded when I couldn’t feel the same thing you gave me. Where was that burning desire that you had for me? The way you utter, “I love you.” Don’t show any affection anymore. I was distressed, and it signaled me to revive the fire.

*Just like the season, our love dried up like leaves and fell to the ground.* Now autumn came, Jane, You came at me like a falling leaf that just drifted away from our tree. I tried to make your stay. I tried to hold your hand tight, so you won’t let go of me. I was walking through the park of the season where leaves continuously fall. I saw you right through my eyes. Not alone, but now with someone else. I fall right into despair like a leaf that’s been dried up and disappearing for eternity.

*Your heart was cold like winter; I never thought the heart could have frostbite.* Winter deduces the coldness that I can feel right now. Inside and out, I long for the fire that once you gave me. The snow fell from the sky; I see them as ashes of our love who’s once the brightness of our hearts. Winter is cold, but I never thought without you is coldest.

When our paths crossed one last time, our eyes met. You’re so happy with, smiling more than we were together. I just gave you a simple smile, letting you know that I accepted what has become of us. I lied to my heart because I thought you felt it. Till the next season, Jane, Cause, for now, you’re just a Jane Doe who made my heart bittersweet and questioned its very existence. Till the next season that I will eventually progress for the better. I love you, and the seasons we shared. I love you. **-Marcmire** This is an old work of mine.