When they ask me what this is, I tell them “a love letter”

The same way that if someone were to ask me what season it was, I would still say “it’s winter”

I’d reminisce about false memories where my face was greeted by your hand and not the cold

I’d hold the cold like it was necessary… like you were necessary

The same way I’d wear snow boots in the spring just in case… just in case you came along to visit

I’d trample flowers on my way towards you, and my apology to them would be the smile I put on my face,

But then I’d wake up with the sun on my face, and know that I was just making up memories again

Your unpredictableness should have been my first clue that you weren’t as true as I thought you were

So shady, you’d make the moon shake his head until it permanently stuck that way

So maybe it is spring…

So maybe this isn’t love, maybe it’s a variation of love, where you’ve known someone for so long that you just expect to be together forever…

When they ask me what this is, I tell them, “a love letter”

The same way that if someone were to ask me what season it was, I would still say “it’s winter”