I loved you in the summer. When I was only a child then but you played with me and created fond and eternal memories.
I loved you in the fall. When the hard orange leaves crunched with every step I took. As I grew older and became a woman.
I loved you in the winter. With endless thoughts of you tied around my head. Wanting nothing more but to see you.
I loved you in the spring. Because that meant that summer was close. And the distance between us would become barely inches rather then countless miles.
I loved you infinitely with every gaping breath since the moment I met you.