I remember we met on that particular October day. Hot, sultry as tropics can be. It felt like the heights of summer.
As we were driving between homes, the rains let loose. It poured. We both tried to laugh about it, we thought it was a sign that things should cool off a bit.
We reached the restaurant and ordered food. Something cracked, like it always does, and you seemed to lose all appetite. It felt like the fall.
We tried to make it light hearted - our chat, but never really starting off. Always knowing the chill was around the corner. A bit like autumn.
As we decided to part away, you said we should rebuild, we should recoup, like how nature does. In your words "We should make spring happen."
Its been years, and what started on that day as a cold harsh winter, remains to this day. The seasons also froze. There is no thaw in this cold.
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