I fell in love with you during the changing of the seasons,
You were everything I didn't even know I needed.
The light that shined.
The friend that showed me it was fun to have friends.
The person I could confide in.

I fell in love with you when we were just kids.
You were ten and I was eight.
Till you were eleven and I was nine.

I fell in love with you when it was changing from summer to fall.
The late night bike rides we took just around, I fell in love with those.

The night we stayed out until midnight, it rained and we were just happy we were together. Drenched in rain water, hair in our eyes, rain creating mud, mud that led to my fall, which led to you helping me up.

That rainy night was the night it solidified my growing feelings for you,
The feelings we both kept locked away due to our parents, our age, our lives.

I loved you when you were so vulnerable to me about everything going on in your household,
I loved you when we both moved away.

Eventually you faded,
Along with the solid life I thought I had.

In the desperate attempt to remember you I fell for the TV character that reminded me of you.
Both in looks and personality.
I fell in love with that character at ten, with no clue as to why I felt such a deep connection to that character.

Until I later realized why.

At twelve I changed my phone password to your name in the hopes,
I wouldn't forget about you,
Your name,
Your looks,
Your personality,

It didn't work, you still faded.

A year later we met again,
The look of recognition for both of us. You walked me home, and on that short five minute walk I swear I fell for you again.

There it was, the fire I was chasing,

The fire I was hoping would never be snuffed out,

The fire I alone begged to burn.

Those feelings,
The words,
The name that had faded,
Had been reignited.

I had truly been lost in the storm that you brought.
Like the time before, you too had faded,

Things had happened,
Things that simply snuffed out the fire that you had lit all over again.

At fifteen I met you once again.

I welcomed the winds that followed and caused that fire to spread.
All for you, I would welcome anything.

We were closer, the memories keeping us tethered.
You expressed how beautiful I was to you,
I expressed how despite my memories fading my heart still yearned for you.

The five minute walk was no longer five minutes,
It had now turned to fifteen minutes,
At the end,

You wrapped me in your arms,
You kissed my forehead,
All while you held me tight,

And you were off again.

The fire burning brighter than before.

The first man to ever truly make me feel loved,
Feel cared for.

By the time I had turned sixteen, You had left again.

This time we were pulled apart right before we shared a school,
Right before we could truly expand our fire.

Pulled apart once again with a move,

Only this time,
All the time we had waited was pointless,

The rain that I had once welcomed, that never put out our fire,
The rain that seemed more like gasoline,
It had snuffed us out.

You were gone,

Your raging storm left behind,

In every fiber of my being, except this time.

Despite the promise,
despite the hope,
I let the fire burn out.

I had finally let you fade,

I didn't think of you as often,
I didn't hope by the time we reached high school we would be together.

I had finally moved on, Completely.

Except at seventeen once again we met,

This time in the summer as well, That seemed to be our season.
We had met for the first time the summer before my third grade year,
Again we had met the summer before my eighth grade year,
Then we had met before that year ended, the changing from spring to summer.

Now we were meeting once again,

In the summer,

The summer heat seemed to always start our fire I suppose.
Like a wildfire raging between us, in a way only we knew.

You looked at me with recognition,
Curiosity,
Attraction,
And for the first time I felt it again.

That non existent pull that you always had on me.
The hold you kept me locked into.
That look you gave me that caused my heart to skip,
That pulled me back,
That raged the storm you alone always started.

Only seeing as summer was our season,
Our timing always seemed terrible.

Finally we had the chance,

And,

We let it slip.

Ever since then we have seen each other off and on.

Each time the storm seemed to rage,
The fire seemed to burn,
The pull seemed to be there.

Each time we let it slip.

We let it slip until,

The fire we harbored together simply was just ash.

Ash that would soon be swept up by the winds you always brought.