What if love was a season ? 

It would be that first transition from Spring to Summer.


It’s when you haven’t gotten sick of the heat yet.

When you first visit the park by the lake and you realize you don’t need to bring a jacket.

When you stand outside and instead of the breeze making you wrap your coat tighter around yourself, it cools and tickles your skin.

When you first begin smelling the smoke of the neighborhood barbecues.

When you start grabbing iced coffee instead of hot coffee.

When it’s warm enough to roll the windows down, but not so hot that you need to crank up the AC.

Love isn’t quite spring- that’s far too cold.

But it isn’t quite the middle of summer, when the heat starts to lose its charm.

It’s right in the sweet spot.


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