The sparkle in the snow reminds me of the twinkle in your eye. It reminds me of all the moments we spent together. It reminds me of how you'd be freaking out because snow makes you happy. I get glimpses of how we'd be together in front of the fireplace drinking hot chocolate, cold from playing out in the snow together like we were younger than we really were because you brought out the kid in me. I can see us sitting at the window and watching the snow fall as we talk about life. I can see you telling me goodbye and telling me to drive safe and to text you when I got home so that you'd know I got home safe. I'm constantly reminded of you in everything I do. Yesterday it was the sunset. Today it was the snow. No one knows what tomorrow will be, but I know for a fact that whatever fills tomorrow will be covered in traces of you.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
