Love, like everything in the world, is born, lives, and dies. Spring, summer, autumn, and Winter. At the close of each season, it either moves on or dies.
Spring is full of heat, lust and passion.
Summer is the long, lazy days of snuggling and relaxing.
Autumn is preparation for the long haul.
Winter is holding on through the cold days, waiting once again for spring.
Some relationships never make it beyond Spring. Some live long enough for Summer, but the arduous task of preparing for Winter isn’t for everyone. And some relationships die in the bitter cold of Winter because they cannot survive until the melting dawn of Spring.
This is love. I speak from gnosis, not pisti.