She came upon a winters day, the air was brisk and cold much like her personality. She was closed off, inattentive and foggy - she caught me off guard with her breathtaking porcelain complexion and rosy cheeks.

By spring she’e began to warm up to me, sprouting blossoms of interest - casual conversations that added a hopeful new beginning in which we’d spend our time muddling through the day. New beginnings with the blossoms of love.

Summer really brought the heat, with passion tension and more. We'd spend each day adventuring side by side. She was bright as bright as the sunshine and things got as heated as the weather.

And then she was autumn - when the leaves began to change as did she. The world becoming darker and recluse she closed in on herself. With each leaf that fell to the ground, it felt like another piece of my heart had fallen there to. Because when you love the winter for it's cold brisk temper, you're bound to see it all die in the autumn.