That word cuts into my heart the same way those texts to other women did. How can someone be seasonal?
You weren’t seasonal when I carried your child for a short blessing. When I moved in with you. When you held me at my friends funeral. Or when I held you at your brother’s. You weren’t seasonal when I was planning a family with you or hinting at a proposal.
How can someone be seasonal? And why does it seem I always am for everyone in life?
-fire
fire or water 