I stare at those hills that we hiked together. You liked the snow, and the chill. I liked being with you, and your warmth. Now though, you're cold. And the snowcaps on those hills are melting. Seasons, you see. You were bright as summer. I showered love. You froze into a winter-heart. And I'm a walking tornado now. Seasons, for a lack of reasons. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #3 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.
