Somewhere between winter and fall,
I realized I loved you.
I had said the words countless times,
like a mantra,
or a great idea that couldn’t fail.
But it did.
When I realized it was love,
I found myself laughing.
I, the strong one, the one who wouldn’t break,
was dying of the sick irony that I love you,
and you didn’t love me.
Between winter and spring,
I got out of that rut.
Of wanting you,
Needing you.
Missing you.
I thawed out from winters cold indifference,
and sprang to life in the spring,
accepting that it was love,
that I could love,
that I did,
and that the idea of love created that bond,
an attachment of sorts if you think of it that way.
Between winter and spring.
I stopped needing you.
Between now and eternity,
I can never stop loving you.
I can’t thank you enough for what you taught me.
I always felt love made me weak,
but it made me strong, I was able to pick myself off the ground.
You helped mold me,
you painted a piece of the woman that will be me.
Between winter and spring,
I thought I was going crazy,
Now as I move to spring, and summer,
the ideas and notions of love no longer scare me or make me feel weak.
Between winter and spring,
you made me strong.