i'm so cold.
it's so isolated here.
i feel frigid without your touch.
your touch...
how i crave it.
how i crave the flame that sparks to life in my bones when you touch me.
the fuzzy feeling in my frozen heart.
the warmth in my wind blown cheeks.
if only i showed that i felt this when i had you, when i had the chance to show it...
maybe i wouldn't have to crave it.
