Please don’t be a season.
Don’t be a fallen leaf in Autumn that slowly dies as it hits the pavement.
Don’t be the touch of snow on skin that quickly melts away in Winter.
Don’t be the rainbow after rain, hiding behind clouds of grey in Spring.
Don’t be warm beach days, fresh green grass and bright sunny rays that pass by as quickly as time does in the Summer.
You’re not allowed to come in and out of my life like the weather.
I want you for years to come.
I want you like the comfort of sitting down after every long day, knowing it’s a luxury whether on the floor or a coushioned chair.
I want you like the tattoo on the bottom of my neck, wearing out from too much sun exposure, but always holding meaning within my skin.
I want you like the memories written in books passed down for generations– causing stories to be diluted, but still partaking in history.
I want you like all of my body, maybe growing weaker as I get older, but always remaining, always trying, still working after so much vulnerability.
You are not just a season to me, you are a year. A year full of life, memories, sunshine, rainy days, snow fall and golden brown leaves on the ground.
Please don’t just be another season.