Seasons play with my feelings.
The idea of him keeps me warm in winter,
and I love when the thought of him hits me
like a fresh breeze during hot summer days.
It's in fall when I realize he isn't here anymore.
He was never here,
Those flashbacks and feelings were nothing but
self-made stories.
It was only me whom was in love.
He just walked passed me and my whole life
changed its direction.
Falls are a trip back to reality.
Spring?
No, I did not forget about spring.
During spring, I get a break from him.
I fall in love with the flowers and the green grass
purify my mind and heart.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to ask you upfront,
why can't you love me back?