We’ve made it.

Through all the four seasons.

You came into my life on the first days of winter, when it was so cold and I’d thought I wouldn’t push it through the graduation. Then you were there at my graduation, a gentle and loving surprise. Winter was when it all happened for us.

You were also there through all the transitions of springtime, especially when I was lost and confused. Spring is usually the season of rebirths, but last spring brought me to places. I wasn’t always good, but you stayed by my side through the darkest hours.

We then slowly moved to summer. We had our first jobs together. Summer got us sweating non-stop, our bodies pained but we enjoyed our creative space, as well as the stress. Summer loving did happen fast but it didn’t just stop there.

Now that we’ve arrived in fall, we began the season with days paralyzed on bed. Again, I wasn’t at my best, but you never stopped loving me. You looked after me. I took care of you. Until we celebrated your birthday yesterday: black bean noodles, fun lottery for good luck, board games, family and friends.

I don’t want to stress out about what will be there for us anymore. It doesn’t matter. I’m not worried. After all the seasons, all the spaces we’ve been together, I see a full circle: you and me vs. the world.