Tomorrow

The snow

The snowflakes were particularly prominent today. She started to wonder if they were for them. Small pieces of white cotton were falling from the sky. With her lover's hand in hers, they continued walking with a single pair of glove to share for the two of them. Leaning on his shoulder, she told herself she'd never forget this image and she never did. The buildings of downtown Montreal all covered with snow. It was magical. Everything was magical to her. From the sky, which she couldn't quite see due to the snowflakes that wouldn't cease to fall. To the smell of winter mixed with her lover's cologne. To the touch of his thumb rubbing the back of her hand. Perhaps it was just the company she had. Perhaps he just made everything seemed magical even if it was not. He was all she could wish for. And until this day, she won't believe that by any chance he would fall in love with her the way she did for him.