Ivana Georgieva

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Seasons

The end is near my love. I feel like a child clutching on its toy refusing to step into a next phase. I believe that love follows the natural sense of things. There is this first spring flower, we had it, we drank from the spring of our love and there everything was beautiful and achievable. As every seasonal story, the summer of our love came. More mature, still sunny touching your skin and reminding you that weather exists only for you. As at this point still nothing more existed than you and me. Then we moved to the autumn of our feelings love. It wasn't bad. It was still warm, but it reminded you of a winter coming with each leaf falling. And although we felt the last summer rays, we already knew deep in our hearts the next season will freeze us. That froze us in Autumn my love. Made our life's joyless, made us confused. What does one do to stop the winter? The first snow is falling and we both secretly feel it on our shoulders. We don't want to acknowledge the cold as we hope for yet another summer. Yet another stolen breath of our season. The worst truth is to realize our winter will be once. We won't have the chance of another spring, as when our souls get frozen by our winter, we need someone new to show us the spring. Our souls couldn't keep the promise for another spring, but our hearts learnt together how to go through the seasons of life. Adieau, my love. We both deserve a new spring, unfortunately we wont have it together.

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