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If I had to describe Love as a season I would like to think For myself that is That it would be represented By winter. Now I'm not just saying it For the sake of it I actually have given this Much, much thought. Ok so winters opposite Would be summer Alot of people would think That love is summer And maybe it is. Hot nights, midnight adventures Damp hair and Sandy clothes Summer bodies and bikini's And every other summer cliché You could possibly Think of. I just sort of identify summer As one night stands Or new Fresh relationships. Because it's just a time When you're absolutely Carefree. Or atleast I think it is. Whereas winter Is weirdly More personal. It's when you're wearing alot of layers And your hair is always a mess. Pink tinted cheeks And hot drinks. I feel like this is a time Of the year When I'm more vulnerable. For some very odd reason. It's a time when You really know Who the important people are. It's when you know you'll jump in puddles with them And freeze your *** of to keep them warm Or when you have conversations About stuff that really means something. It's rain. And the scent straight after it Petrichor. I either feel cozy and warm Or drenched and miserable But wanting to be with someone No matter which way you're feeling I think that's love.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
Winter.
If I had to describe Love as a season I would like to think For myself that is That it would be represented By winter. Now I'm not just saying it For the sake of it I actually have given this Much, much thought. Ok so winters opposite Would be summer Alot of people would think That love is summer And maybe it is. Hot nights, midnight adventures Damp hair and Sandy clothes Summer bodies and bikini's And every other summer cliché You could possibly Think of. I just sort of identify summer As one night stands Or new Fresh relationships. Because it's just a time When you're absolutely Carefree. Or atleast I think it is. Whereas winter Is weirdly More personal. It's when you're wearing alot of layers And your hair is always a mess. Pink tinted cheeks And hot drinks. I feel like this is a time Of the year When I'm more vulnerable. For some very odd reason. It's a time when You really know Who the important people are. It's when you know you'll jump in puddles with them And freeze your *** of to keep them warm Or when you have conversations About stuff that really means something. It's rain. And the scent straight after it Petrichor. I either feel cozy and warm Or drenched and miserable But wanting to be with someone No matter which way you're feeling I think that's love.
#love#winter#seasons#beauty
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Meganthewanderess
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
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