Wake up, immediate onslaught of emotions. Realizations make themselves real and I have to force myself to deny what I feel to avoid feeling crazy or weak or even worse, in love.
I love April showers.
I love how quickly they pass, and how the sun remembers to shine, and halfway through the day you forget it rained. But that scent still lingers in the air.
Quite like you.
You are my favorite season. But there is no such thing as an eternal spring. So when you leave me, I’ll count the days until you come around again.