Somewhere In Brooklyn

34 - December 12

The winter is beautiful and magical.

Your eyes glinted as you watched snowflakes fall down from the gray sky. Snow kissed the trees, pavements, and our heads as you skipped down the street into the coffee shop, arm intertwined with mine, dragging me with you. You breathed in deeply, inviting the aroma of cinnamon and pine scent into your lungs, enchanted by the holiday spirit all around you. You seemed to love it.

But don't you know, Althea? Winter can also be deadly and cold. It's cruel and unforgiving. Just like my crystal blue eyes.

You seem to be falling for both. Please don't.