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"The seasons have changed, and so have we. I saw a flock of birds fly from their home of the summer today. If they can move on, so can I. In July the grass would be green, the sun would be shinning and you would be near. I guess, it’s just days like today, when I really miss you. I’ll see your milky skin in the snow. I will hear your voice in the songs I play. I will smell you in the wind; new leather and fresh pine. It’s been so long. So much time has passed, why do I still see your eyes when I look into his? Times have changed, and so have we. My feelings for you, for the summer; hasn’t. I don’t think it ever will. This lust is so simple, easy as breathing. Like a kite in the summer wind; careless and aimless.
I don’t think feelings change, nor people, I think situations do. I know thats it’s possible to dislike someone after loving them so much or to love someone after feeling so much hate towards them but, it’s not because people change, it’s because it’s not the same. It’s because something made you think differently, something opened your eyes. Something caused you to see everything the way it is at last. It’s like days. Days can be cloudy, or days can be sunny. Days don’t change, the weather does. And nothing can play a part in that or fix it, they can just let it be."
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