When I thought all was lost within Winters grasp, I began to believe in Spring again. Summer comes to scorch my soul until Autumn reminds that Winter will surely be followed by Spring once more.
Probably the only thing that continues to haunt me at this point. Winter was ending in a couple weeks.... but it's true that all is fair in love and war. So when they begin to parallel each other in reality, it's probably best to leave such flawed concepts in the cold days of Winter. Where all my failures, losses, and scars reside. So I'll find solace in the idea that everything that was meant to leave my life has left in the Winter. Spring has always been Earths rebirth, and so shall it remain mine, forever and always.