Seasons

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I feel like we have been operating in seasons. We started out so cold, barely speaking, yet so happy to have each other back. It's like when you wake up and see your entire block covered in a white blanket of snow, but you know you have to call out of work and will miss a day of pay.

We warmed up to each other and that first hug was as warm as the first day on the beach, feeling the sun rays hit every inch of your freshly exposed skin that has been hidden all winter long. We were dancing in the water and laughing as sand filled our hair.

As life starts and slows we keep moving in and out of seasons, and that is what love in adulthood looks like. We spent two weeks in the summer sun, wrapped in each other's arms with sparkling eyes. Now, the snow is falling and I am shivering without your warmth. I'm too proud to ask for a jacket but too sad to not keep pulling you closer.

I'm a selfish being, and I'm also painfully codependent. I'm capable of standing on my own at this point but I really don't want to. I want you standing next to me, holding my hand just as I want to hold yours during your successes. The hot and cold is giving my heart whiplash and I'm so tired of trying to keep up with the weather between us.

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