Him

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A soft white snowflake gently hits the pavement

Signifying the first snowfall of the year

He is standing outside waiting for you

Coming out the door you see him wearing a high collar jacket with a smile beaming on his face

His curly brown hair, now filled with snowflakes melting, leaving only tiny droplets behind

You began walking toward him, happy thoughts filling your mind

He extends his hand and you take it

Whispering "I love you" in your ear, he kisses your cheek softly

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