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Four Seasons
Our love lasted four seasons.
We met in the springtime and it was love at first sight. Do you remember our first kiss in a field of daffodils? How our love blossomed along with the cherry trees. Life seemed so full of promise then. We had no reason to doubt, no reason to concern ourselves with what was to come.
Summer and our love only grew. The seedling of affection took root and grew into a majestic thing that all around us were in awe of. We felt invincible, our love as strong as the mightiest tree.
But far too soon the passion of the summer died down. Once autumn began, the once bright colors began to fade. A bad patch, we told ourselves: it will pass. The nights, once so warm, were growing cold, though the smell of summer still lingered. And for a time it was enough to sustain us.
Then the darkness of winter arrived and we withered at the first hint of frost. Our love, it seemed, was a fair weather love. We weren’t a strong and mighty tree at all, it seemed, but only a delicate flower. Pretty enough for a while, and lovely while it lasts, but not strong enough to stand the true test of time.
