We're running barefoot through four feet of ice and snow. The picturesque ice burns our feet and makes our toes numb. We're laughing hysterically while hoping we don't get frost bite, but even if we did, it wouldn't matter. We have each other; six toes or nine fingers wouldn't change that.
We're sitting in a small park that's filled with cherry blossoms and jacarandas. They bloomed so suddenly, it reminded us of our love. "One day this is going to end, and I want to prepare myself for that day. But I can't, because I'm so in love with you, I'm like a blind person searching for treasure." You said, interrupting the birds singing their beautiful song. "I'm going to hold onto you so tight, and I won't be able to think straight because you make my heart race just thinking about you. The only way this is going to end is when our time on earth has expired."
We're dancing in the summer rain, feeling our hopelessness and anxiety washing away. You help me pick the sunflower that's all alone. Everything deserves to be loved, even a flower that seems insignificant to most.
We're the trees in spring, falling further and further apart.