Things always seem to be clearer when you're around. Now that you're gone, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Sincerely,
Summer
Dear Winter,
Can you come back? Bring back the cold, when I felt alive. When I knew what course my life was supposed to follow. It's so easy to get lost in this heat that is me.
Love,
Summer
Dearest Winter,
I wish you'd come back. Things seem to be clearer when it's cold, and I need to see clearly again.
All my love,
Summer
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