I was always cold.
My fingertips were shivering icicles and I hated it.
But after he came along, I wasn't cold anymore.
In fact, I didn't remember what cold felt like.
He warmed my days like a gentle summer breeze.
His kisses were warm, and his hands were warm. His body, his soul.
I never wasted my time thinking on why and how I was away from his warmness for so long.
I just enjoyed it while he was there, still warming me.
I adored placing my hands on his exposed skin.
And he never failed me.
Always sweet.
And always so warm.
Warm copper colored eyes and warm, pleasantly smelling hugs.
Warm voice like pure sugar, melted into delicious caramel.
Warm that gave me goosebumps and protected me.
Warm that made me feel I wasn't alone.
His clothes were my clothes and there was no discussion against it.
I'm sure if I took him away with me he'd melt all the snow around us.
I once asked why he kept himself near, I was sure he could be warming other people.
He smiled the warmest smile one could ever smile.
And he said that the reason he was warm was me.
