The winter solstice —

the day that has the least daylight and the longest night.

I cave into the darkness forevermore, spending the night in my bed.

I hate the winter solstice.

I hate the snow.

I hate everything that reminds me of you, because I still love you more than I care to ever admit.

I admire the thought that the winter solstice reappears every year.

I think I admire it more than I’ll admit, with every hope in my body that the love will reappear.

love is so powerful.

everyone deserves some form of everlasting love.

I just wish I could’ve watched the love float away with you, and not sit back in our beds forevermore, longing for what we no longer have.