Is it coincidental a day meant for
love is usually one of the coldest days of the year...? Perhaps the romantics all thought that
love could melt the ice...? Perhaps they thought all of that
love would make winter go away, and bring back spring time and summer? Perhaps
they were a bunch of idiots.
Spring wont come back any faster. Summer is still a long ways away.
And winter reigns on as strongly as ever, the longest season of the year, it's cold grip still siezing nature like it siezes those of us who... have been forgotten by
love... and those of us who have forgotten it in return.
This is a day for idiots. It is a day for false hopes. It is a day for snow to fall, covering up in icy whiteness what is no longer needed. That worthless emotion...
Love.
As for me... it will always remain winter.
I've learned by now... warmer days will never come again.
( Private/Unhackable: Failure is not an option... )