Spring.
Things are beginning to peek through, like new buds.
I was coming out of a terrible year when we first met. You were cocky and outgoing.
But you went back to college and I went back to reality.
Summer.
Everything is alive, full of energy and excitement.
So much fun... nonstop action. We hit it off right away, like living in a fairy tale.
You spun me up, it was only a matter of time until I came crashing back down.
Fall.
leaves are changing, so we get back to reality.
You go back, and forget. I stay here surrounded by your memories.
Great half a year.
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