Like many winters before, I have fallen madly in love.
We begin courting in the fall. We spend some time together, usually in the morning, occasionally at night, but we’re able to part ways pretty easily.
As December approaches, we become more and more attached. I look forward to our time together in the morning, and our evenings together last longer and longer.
By January, we rarely part ways. It’s difficult being apart, and I spend my day looking forward to when we can be together. By this time, I find I have to pull myself away so I can spend time with my husband and family. The most difficult time to leave is late at night… but I know my husband is waiting for me in bed, so I reluctantly say goodbye.
Come spring time, I begin to accept that my winter fling will soon be over. In fact, I look forward to the time when I will no longer feel the need to be so close.
By July, I don’t even want to think about spending time together. The distance between us grows further and further apart. In fact, sometimes I think I’d be happy never being together again.
And those feelings last through August, and sometimes parts of September.
But come October, I’m missing the warmth of our relationship. My desire to be close begins to come back. We start courting once again… seeing each other here and there.
And by the time winter has returned, I’ve fallen head over heels once again. And no one dares to keep us apart.
I’ll show you a pic….
But Ladies, hands off!
This machine is all mine.