Im not really sure where it began

was it the first or second time you held my hand?

It was Autmn and it was cold

I was only 15 years old.

I thought I loved you and maybe i did

The way it all happened

I wouldnt change a bit of it

It was a lot like sleep walking

I didnt know where it would go.

It was a white winter with plenty of snow.

But as the snow melted your colors started to show.

And as the seasons changed so did our hearts.

And then we became strangers

back to the start.