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As the seasons of love go, I feel like we have made it to summer. Peace surrounds the space that we fill comfortably, and silence no longer scares us. Your arms wrap me in a familiar feeling of warmth, but somehow security escapes me. Summer will eventually end, giving way to that cold winter wind.

Wind that carries a nagging voice into my head — reminding me of how fleeting love is, that affection is bestowed with strings attached, and…