Inconsistence

window #1

**note** the number references the prompt number from the link below, everything else I have free written without prompt unless I list a different source. and yes, i'm sorry, most of my stories these days feature a perfect little girl that I have fallen for, but I cannot help that she is my muse, and my inspiration. http://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/**

The weather outside of my window was rainy. It was storming actually, the beautiful droplets formed together in beautiful puddles that sporadically coated the ground outside. I pulled open my curtains and pressed my warm hand against the cold window and wondered why rain was such a bad thing. Granted, this isn't the weather I wish I had. In truth, the perfect weather was only four miles away, at her house.

It wasn't as if there was anything drastically different about the temperature, except that even if it was -10 degrees below Fahrenheit, with her by my side, I know I would always stay warm. See, it isn't the forecast that determines the weather, it's my heart.

It could be the clearest day that there could possibly be, but the sky would never be blue enough, it was as if the universe had kept all of the purest and most beautiful blue in her eyes. And maybe, just maybe, she was the sunshine too.

The sky doesn't just try to imitate her; I think the sun would give anything to shine as bright as her smile. I don't think that there is a star out there that hasn't tried to replicate the twinkle in her eyes. And sadly, they have all failed, and this is sad only because when I am stuck thinking about her at night I would love to look at something that could maybe compare in the slightest way to her gorgeous eyes. To her gorgeous being.

If there was a blizzard, the worst of the coldest weather, her embrace is just warm enough to unlock the frozen door so we could get fresh air, or if frozen locks are between us she can open through.

If you asked me to pick which weather I would prefer to see outside of my window, I would tell you nothing. For, the truth is, I don't care what weather there is outside, as long as it isn't my window, as long as it's from hers. Because no matter how hard it may be storming, no matter how cold it may be, no matter how burning, I would be safe with her. And I could keep her safe.

And in my lover's arms, where else could one wish to be? What else would one care about? For me, I care of nothing else.