No matter how much I wish I could give you one.

Did you know that you mended my heart just to break it again? Did you know that from the moment I met you and talked to you, heard your voice for the first time, I wanted to hear it always. Just seeing your name sparked something within my soul, a fire that had never been lit.

My hands were so much smaller than yours, but they fit together just right. You were a whole foot taller than me, yet our bodies molded together like water in a glass-perfectly. And when you kissed me, it was like my lips have always been meant for you. Your hands in my hair belonged there. My name on your lips was a prayer. I wanted to dance to every song in the kitchen with you. I wanted the chance to cook more dinners at eleven o'clock at night. I wanted to say goodnight at 4am when you would go home and hope that one day you would stay, so then I could turn over and say good morning. I wanted everything with you. I wanted to grow with you. Everyday. In every season.

But, as it turns out, you yourself... you were just a season. You were my favorite one that I have gone through. Why the fuck did the solstice have to come and change it all?