If Mina were to describe Sana as a season, Sana would be summer. Sana was like the brightest sun of the longest day of the year, a constant source of warmth and energy whenever Mina was with her. Sana was the fire in Mina's heart, the essence of the purest and warmest love.

If Sana were to describe Mina as a season, Mina would be autumn, a mix of coolness and spice. She was a mystery to be sure, elegant and refined. Mina was a love that swept Sana up unexpectedly, sneaking in quietly, a gentle breeze that caressed her heart and enveloped her without warning.