small, white, delicate yet intricate snowflakes land on our faces. one lands directly on the tip of your nose. i walk up behind you and tug your warm beanie downwards. blinded, you run into me. i adjust the small hat.
everything about this moment is perfection. the way the dark paint captures and curls every perfect eyelash. the way the pink, pigmented paint makes you look like a young child. but you don't need it. you're beautiful in every way.
the way your thin blouse flows with your body makes the snow falling around us melt. the white background of the falling snow contrasted with the chocolate brown of your skin. we climb onto the roof of my home and talk. i knew then that we really did have a connecion.
most people have no personal connection to you. but we do. we grew up together. we became best friends together. i turn and look you straight in the face. this story won't end in death, yet happiness. you grin.
you are loved.
