The jets stream through the clear, twilight sky like shooting stars. It won't be long until the afternoons turn long and warm. The smell of freshly cut grass will permeate the air, and the cold will be long past. I take back all those terrible things I said. That sentiment of love is no longer a wasted dream. I've turned away so much, I'm back where I started. I'm somewhere new now, but in my heart, you remain. It's been a long, dark winter, but somehow I see with us, the spring...