Snow

You used to smile for me.

Now you curse me; you frown. You wish I would leave sooner than I should. How come you don't smile anymore? Now fire burns around you; you seek to destroy me - you push me away.
What happened to when you were younger? You would spend hours with me, just the two of us. You were content. You would laugh and play in the snow; your heart was warm even if your nose was cold. You knew me as well as I knew you, once, you thought you were me.
Do you remember? The thick snow that rose above your front door, the ice tunnels you built under the snow? Can you smell the pine trees, thick and laden with snow? Do you still consider me beautiful?
Your father would say, "You'll hate it, one day."
"No!" you'd cry, everytime. "Never." You'd love me forever, you promised, you'd always smile when you saw me.
Every birthday you insisted that I must come. Without me, it wasn't the same, you claimed. Now you think on that sorrowfully, if I don't come, a look of disapointment crosses your eyes but you don't complain. Somewhere within you, you wonder about me. You love me but you intend to push me away.
Was this always our fate, or did you make it this way?
Well, if it's war you want, then so be it. But you love me, I know you love me even till this day.