Summer love doesn't make it through Fall. Unless it wasn't love...
It sounds like an oxymoron, I know. Most people would say it is love that lasts in time, and that crushes crash and burn when the weather gets a bit colder. However I am of a different opinion.
I believe there are two things that last in time, and being in love is not one of them.
The first was brought upon ourselves by our senses; we saw it, we touched it, maybe we smelled it. It doesn't really matter, what really matters is that we remember how we felt being part of this experience. It may be great, or it may be bad, but sure thing it won't leave us right away. (Since bad experiences leave 1.5x stronger imprint on our brain cells, they are most likely to haunt us not just through fall but through winter and spring lol).
The latter... oh you know very well what I am referring to; that feeling that we get from getting really close to fulfilling a desire, a goal, a dream, but in the end failing to do so. This feeling doesn't arise from memory but from our imagination and what we thought it would feel like have we had succeeded in satisfying our desire.
Now, put (b) into (a)... for example, finding out there is something more you think you want while you are in a truly perfect state of mind and right when you are ready to see (b) being materialized the episode ends and you don't know whether there will be another season coming up, or when. The memory of your beautiful experience will always return like a bird and the feeling of disappointment will always crawl like a snake around the legs of that bird.
PS. I created this drawing using colored pilot pens and permanent markers.
