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seasons of love
People and their philosophies on love are like seasons
Every revolution they make in the complex emotion is like a change
Every person begins like winter, feeling cold, distant from light, and discontent with everything around them
This is a dark time for them when they feel awkward, subjected, and alone in the world
However they slowly realize that their heart can beat, and they begin to blossom like a flower in spring
They no longer hide beneath the layers of their soul and they shed their skin to start anew
As they revel in this elated sense of finding somebody their bodies begin to heat up as their heart beats louder
This is the beauty of summer, when a young man or a young woman is in their prime
They feel truly connected to their partner and find their emotions to be very expressed and almost raw
Waste not what intimacy you have and treasure each gesture as if it were your last
Wether you settle down or you part ways into the diverged roads of frost, this is the end of the cycle...autumn
Your emotions have quelled themselves if not returned to a lingering sense of hiding
The intense flame of passion has simmered to a flickering ember, and all is quiet as you go on in life
Some may find themselves back in the cycle and returning to winters, others stuck in summer, and many choose the innocence of spring
But the emulation love has like the seasons of the year, is very present
We are cold, we are hot, we blossom, and we die. Vibrant colors, to bleakest shades, never understanding or predicting what could happen next
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