I've been through hell and i've been back. I've driven miles and never looked back. The winters always hurt, and the spring is on its way, so they say. I've ached through the days, and thought of times you held my hand and said "everything's going to be okay." I can't remember how it felt to hold your hand, my fingers were always numb from the cold bitter air. Your soft goodbyes always lingered in the air, and everything tastes like farewell. I've ached for better days and warm sunny days. I wish you had stayed. Now, the winter no longer falls under the category of my favorite things. You were my favorite season, and now i'm stuck standing out in the fucking cold hoping you'll let me back in.