Although I boast about how cold I always am, and how it doesn't bug me, I do like the warmth.
I like feeling the small sensation of heat that pricks at my fingertips each time I grab your hand.
You always whine about how I'm cold but then you laugh and brush against me, as if telling me that you don't mind.
Soon, I started to feel warmth everywhere, my neck, my hands, my arms.... I realized it was because you were like a brilliant sun, and you started to melt the ice on my skin.
I started to pull away from you, it was almost to warm. I missed the sensation of the cold. You frowned but laughed, nodding like you understood.
You tried to grab my hand but I shook my head and shoved my hands in my pockets instead. It hurt me to be away from you, but if I melt I won't be me anymore.
After the ice had started to spread again, I went to grab your hand. Instead of grabbing it you scoffed and turned away. My fingers brushed against your arm and the soft feeling of warmth pricked my fingers again.
You aren't around anymore. My sun has left and now the ice is started to spread and get painful.
I tried to explain to you, that if you got to close I would burn. But instead you shook your head and walked away with your hand holding onto another brilliant sun.
The ice has stopped spreading. I can't talk, I can't feel. I guess it was my fault. I miss the warmth now. Isn't that weird?
I noticed today how cold you looked, and I noticed small icy patches on your skin. You didn't have the sun next to you anymore.
I tried to touch you again today, but I worried if I did the ice would spread to you. Instead I turned the other way.
You were warm again, no more ice on your skin. Instead you were as brilliant as always. I smiled at you, but I kept walking. I don't mind the cold now, warmth is nice, but it also burns.
