Winter, spring, summer, fall.

Our relationship, had been lost. I don't know when we went down the wrong path, but I know that we made a wrong turn. Tell me, was I crazy for falling in love with you? Or was I just too blind to see? Either way, even though I hate you, even though you hurt me, I can't help but love you. Just like the seasons, our love was changing. Good and bad, better or worse. This is the story of us.