Dear Winter,
Leaves start to turn into an array of colors that was similar to that of a sun setting and decided they would no longer stay as well; so they began to fall. I wasn't so sure to why they fall, was it to give way to your strong, cold winds? If so, what kind and giving leaves, yet it's such a shame. It's when they become the most beautiful that they have to fall - fall, just for you.
I do understand why they fall because I fell for you as well. I fell in love with the way you fully cover the skies in white. However, at first, it seemed selfish of you to do so, for you have robbed the sun of the sky and fully made it yours. Even with such impulsive actions, I do understand your selfish act, the sun had its moment and now - it is solely yours. I also fell in love with your gentle winds; it was cold but I made sure to keep myself warm. Although, no matter how many layers of clothing I wore, you never fail to shiver me with your cold winds. It was as if the winds was your way of giving light kisses to my cheeks. But what I fell hard for was when you made it snow; pieces of you, of the sky, falling, just to justify and claim what was yours. You covered the world in a blanket of white in order to show your possession - even me. You never fail to make a way for you to reach me. I may not know where you are but I definitely feel your presence surrounding me.
I love you. Although, there are times when you can be a bit too overwhelming, even for me. You give too much of your strong winds and snow, that I began to be constantly buried with burden as if you think I can't feel your love no more. Yet I do, I feel it - too much perhaps; and if you keep on giving then I may as well feel numb. I do love you - but there's a limit to how much I could take. I wouldn't be able to go outside and feel your gentle winds that softly kiss my cheeks, rather I would bury myself in the corners of my home only to admire you from afar. You don't have to worry though, I would still love you. Although it saddens me to be a glass window apart, and not knowing when your time will end to pave way for a new season to come.
I hate it. I hate having to see your blanket of white slowly vanishing from my sight and letting yourself die just for the sun to rise. What's more painful is the long excruciating wait - waiting for you to come once more. Until after seasons and seasons yet again, but you have given so much of your love that I can remember that makes waiting for you worthwhile and something to look forward to. I know as well, that when we meet once again, you'll never fail to make me fall for you - just as you make the leaves do.
Love, Me
