Being with him was like the first day of summer. The sun stays out longer. It's getting hot and you wake up just to go outside and feel that hot sun on your skin. Everything is bright. Kids are off from school screaming and running around playing and just having fun. He was like summer.

Loving him was like fall. The leaves start to change and everything becomes beautiful. Not cold and not hot. Just perfect. Perfect time to sit outside drink hot chocolate and just talk as the pink and blue sky starts to fall into night. I could sit out there forever. He was like fall.

Losing him was like winter. It starts getting dark early and it starts getting cold. No one wants to go outside anymore. Kids aren't outside screaming in laughter. No one wants to go out in the cold and get sick from the brisk dark air. The sun doesn't shine as much. All you want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep. Not move. Wanting that summer and fall feeling again. He was like winter. Losing him was like winter.