Seasons may come and go. Or at least that's what my calendar says. For a second let's say Willow's a season. She came, but she hasn't left yet, and most likely won't.

I think when I saw her for the first time I knew she'd always be there. We'd take each other far. She's taken me to a land of magic and ice cream covered noses. I brought her back from the dark place. How can you compare a cold nose to her place of fear?

Maybe I'm more important to her then I thought. Which says a lot since I know I'm her world.

A/N: Just a drabble of sudden inspiration. Thanks for reading!