So if you are in spring right now, enjoy the bloom—but don’t be afraid of the frost ahead. If you are in summer, burn bright—but know that heat doesn’t last. If you are in autumn, treasure the quiet—this is the love songs are actually written about, even if they pretend otherwise. And if you are in winter, hold on. The thaw always comes. Not to erase the cold, but to remind you that you survived it.
Winter romance isn’t beautiful the way spring is. It’s beautiful the way a bare tree against a grey sky is beautiful—stark, honest, unadorned. And if you make it through, you know something summer lovers will never understand: that love isn’t about feeling good. It’s about being good for someone when nothing feels good at all.
Here’s what the seasons teach us: no single season is the whole story. You will be a spring lover, reckless and hopeful. You will be a summer lover, bright and brief. You will be an autumn lover, steady and deep. And you will be a winter lover, tested and true.