You’re like the sniffles. I wake up in the morning & you’re the first thing on my mind. You go away periodically throughout the day, but you never stay gone for long.
We have our seasons too. Every winter it’s like an addiction waiting. I see you every day if possible. I can’t ever get you out of my head. & I don’t want to.
But the winter is leaving & spring is coming. The time for us to become distant is in the near future. I’ll miss you. I already do.
But I can’t wait for the season to come where the sky is bright, the heat is strong, & my sniffles are back.
Te quiero. Je t’aime. Ti amo. I love you.