A Winter Tale

"My mind was lost. From the gray sky fell white flakes, the bitter wind tossing them back and forth during their descent. How my heart could relate to those small flakes: such a fragile thing tossed back and forth within the walls of my chest. Yet how could they do it? Fall from the sky, endure the abuse and still land perfectly in the palm of my gloved hand without a scratch, its crystal lattice intact. Did they not feel? … "

Winter is my season, though many may have thought summer better reflected my nature. I was gentle like a summers breeze, warm was my smile, and bright was my aura. That is what they believe and perhaps it is best to leave them in such blissful denial. Yes it is best to leave them in the dark, if only to save me from the waves of concern. Even though they are right. My smile is warm, I am gentle, my aura is bright-but is not summer what they consider me.
Why winter though you may ask? Summer is beautiful to the eye but underneath sleeps a monster. Initially, winter is considered to be cold enough to remain – numbness. Above looms a blanket of gray – lifeless. And for months at a time it will remain, a desert of white – emptiness. Lies. It is the opposite. Summer is who… that is what you are, beneath the smile, a mere façade to you true self. As summer could hide so many things and truths that would never be discovered as winter could keep under her white wings the tale of my soul.
Winter is my season as summer is yours.
You are my opposite in so many ways.
“Your warmth makes something within me melt. The smile you wear and the laugh you bear are not like mine. No, they are full of love and life. It is reserved for the few who have managed to creep into your heart; an emotion so true.”
Without knowing it you have become the wind within my chest that batters my heart back and forth. You are the reason for which I hoped… someday… that even something so empty, so lifeless… can be loved too. I was wrong, all the qualities are always going to destroy what you already are. That’s why, dear friend, my innocence is intact and pure as white, which will never be stained with you black claws. The light of summer is only your mask, but you’ll see how sun sets, while my childhood will remain frozen and happy. I will laugh because winter does not kill, only embraces nature and numbs it for a while. As your summer burns and kills everything in her way. That’s why winter is my season.