we use seasons to describe a lot. time of year, a time in your life, colors, tv shows. i feel like people can fit into these seasons as well. when i look back on my first love, my first true love. i see summer. it’s a season filled with so much nostalgia and warmth, but can never be revisited the same once you are no longer in grade school. i didn’t understand why it ended when it was happening. i understood that it had to, but i didn’t know why. i now see how we were both children who needed the space to grow into our own people. a lot can change during the summers, but your life exists within the fall and winter months. the life exists within those deep traditions that are only held then. your fundamental growth too happens here. the freedom that i was given has helped me form the deepest relationships of my life. i’m forever grateful for who he was for me at the time in which he was around, but i’m more grateful for the way he showed me how to live.
I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.
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