Sundress

Seasons are remarkable. Our season has passed yet they always return. Each time I am reminded of how warm I feel around you, I wonder how I forgot in the first place.

As the cold air visits each night, I know this means cold days are ahead... Why do I always find the perfect sundress after the sun has left?

I hope next summer, you'll be around. I hope next winter, you'll stay. In between has no value because I'm too busy remembering the future... forgetting the past.

You are the breeze, light and warm.

I think I love you.

I'll tell you next year.

With Fear,
Jenn