She used to dislike summer. The heat
and stickiness, the blazing sun and forced happiness. Even the bright
nights which lasted forever and held her in the sweet bliss of
relaxation, were not enough to make her love summer. She had
forgotten the serenity of it during those months and years she walked
alone.
She didn't like summer until his hand
found hers. When the sleepless nights turned into adventures of
skinny dipping in the dark and melting ice cream dripping on their
fingers. How their bodies found each other in the cool air on the
balcony, when it was the only place to sleep in without the heat
catching them.
As autumn and winter arrived, leaving
no room for the flowers to bloom and too much darkness for one mind
to handle, the memories held her up. Memories of walks around the
pond, picnics spent running away from bees, movie marathons on rainy
days and sweet lemonade kisses. They could hold on to all the little
pieces of warmth as they watched the snow slowly falling, surviving
through winter together.
Every sign of spring sparks a new
memory of the sun. With every melting pile of snow and every degree
rising towards the sky, she could feel her happiness, her joy wake up
again. Feeling the grass under her shoes after so many months of
snow, she realised how much she missed summer.
She had found her favourite season in
him.
