your smile was the sunshine, your laugh the gentle breeze.
your love was everyday warmth, calming and comforting and consistent.
(but that was summertime;)

your sarcastic words are the frigid breeze, your teasing the cloud cover.
your love grows colder, distant, as seasons change to fall.
(we are falling apart as the leaves fall from the trees.)

as the days grow colder still, will we freeze and break apart?

AN: god. this fucking sucks.
he's not who i fell in love with in eigth grade + summertime.