At Christmas an old love died, with spring came new love, and the heat of summer renewed the old one. The story of a year.
The couple had been together for almost two years and tensions were high. As they kissed, the heat of anger in their lips seemed to be the only thing holding them together. The tension had started in silence a few months prior, fights started but never finished, loose ends never tied up. The silence continued growing into a black void between them until one of them fell in and things exploded.
The girl dialed the numbers slowly, timidly, as if one might bite her. It was Christmas time, a time of joy and celebration and here she was playing scrooge to little Timmy. The phone began ringing and she was jolted to life and the reality of her situation. The pauses of humming between pairs of rings were her last few breaths of serenity. “Hello, you said you needed to talk to me, what is it? Is something wrong?”
She sat listening to this concerned voice, oh how he loved her.
“Hey,” it was the only word she could manage to mumble. She enjoyed the few seconds of silence. Finally she decided to take the biggest leap of faith of her life. “We need to talk about us.”
“What?” His voice was that mixture of depression, betrayal, disappointment, and blame.
His side of the conversation no longer consisted of words. He now formed sentences of quick breaths, trembles, and sobs.
As she hung up the phone she knew nothing would be the same. A piece of her puzzle was no missing, and the hole where his heart used to be now throbbed. It was over like the death of the frigid, leaf-less trees standing out side. My winter had begun.
Winter passed slowly, coolly and finally spring began and a boy sprung up from the cold. This boy was different from the young man before him. This boy had a youthful joy about him that intrigued the girl.
As the boy became more and more acquainted with the girl he began whispering sweet nothings into her ears. The spring turned into a rebirth of her more youthful days and she learned from the boy how to run wild and free. She learned from him how to live bright, shiny, and new everyday.
The two coupled together like the eyes, nostrils, or ears of a newborn baby. Both seemed so innocent and pure now. Just a boy and a girl, blocking out the harsh abrasiveness of the world like a four-year-old blocking out the ramblings of those who say Santa doesn’t exist.
She had found her youth in the bright eyes and smile of the boy. She had found the bounce in her step in the bounce of the curls on his head. But something was still missing, the missing space refused to conform to fit this puzzle piece. The girl was lost in a whirlwind of thought.
She had had enough, enough of all of them. The whole gender began to frustrate her. Her thoughts on them had pushed her far enough. Anger coursed through her veins; around her arms, through her heart, up into her neck and head, and down through her foot and into her smallest toe.
After all she had been through, after falling for another man all over again, she still wasn’t happy.
“Why? Why? Why?” It was the constant pulse of her blood through her body.
“Why? Why? Why?” It was the second hand on her watch.
“Why? Why? Why?” It was the beating of her feet as the touched the sidewalk with each step she took.
Everything screamed the same question at her until she exploded: “I still love him!”
She screamed it at the top of her lungs as if the pressure had just been released from a volcano of pent-up emotion.
Summer began and she returned to him, leaving the boy to his joyful youth, but knowing she still could confide in him when she lost sight of her child-ness.
He took her back, now their conversations would have no tears but tears of joy. In silences the light flutter of butterflies inside their bellies would still be heard. The black void will become full again and these kisses will be nothing but tender, smooth lips will reach soft lips and join as one.
Finally the couple’s questions had been answered. They did get back together. It had to happen to make them stronger. They had to make themselves happy before they could make each other happy. It all worked out perfectly, if only they had had faith.
Christmas had brought the end, spring brought the rebirth in between, and summer was the renewal of out vows. What will the fall bring us, fate? You seem to have all the answers, which one is right for us?