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The story of a boy who was summer warm and fell in love with a girl winter cold during spring, he met a girl named Amber who was the complete opposite of him the girl told him about her life so full of sadness it makes him flinch but he was still summer warm and the girl was still winter cold during summer, he brought the girl to picnics in the park where they'd fly kites together he made secret wishes of them being together, forever as they lay on the grass, gazing into the sky but he was still summer warm and the girl was still winter cold during autumn, he'd make brew tea for the girl in the mornings and they'd sweep up the orange piles of leaves he'd read books to her under the trees and take pictures of her when she was not looking but he was still summer warm and the girl was still winter cold during winter, he'd give the girl kisses on her red cheeks feeling the touch of her cold, frost skin she told him she hates everything about her he told her he likes everything about her and promised the girl he will always be there for her but he was still summer warm and the girl was still winter cold spring to summer, autumn to winter, he never did anything for the girl anymore because she was gone as quickly as the seasons change now the boy is no longer summer warm and the girl was still winter cold
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
Seasons Of Love
The story of a boy who was summer warm and fell in love with a girl winter cold during spring, he met a girl named Amber who was the complete opposite of him the girl told him about her life so full of sadness it makes him flinch but he was still summer warm and the girl was still winter cold during summer, he brought the girl to picnics in the park where they'd fly kites together he made secret wishes of them being together, forever as they lay on the grass, gazing into the sky but he was still summer warm and the girl was still winter cold during autumn, he'd make brew tea for the girl in the mornings and they'd sweep up the orange piles of leaves he'd read books to her under the trees and take pictures of her when she was not looking but he was still summer warm and the girl was still winter cold during winter, he'd give the girl kisses on her red cheeks feeling the touch of her cold, frost skin she told him she hates everything about her he told her he likes everything about her and promised the girl he will always be there for her but he was still summer warm and the girl was still winter cold spring to summer, autumn to winter, he never did anything for the girl anymore because she was gone as quickly as the seasons change now the boy is no longer summer warm and the girl was still winter cold
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
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