i wanted you to stop crying,
but you were already walking away.
you were half way down the street
and i kept running after you,
grabbing on your sleeve and tugging you backwards.
you told me to go away,
but i couldn't let you go.
not again.
you were about to turn to go into your house
when i remembered something.
i stopped walking and i said it.
'pretty boys like you shouldn't cry.'
you stopped.
you stopped walking.
you stopped crying.
you turned around and made your way towards me
and i closed my eyes.
you leant down and you kissed me,
but this time i didn't push you away.
i remember that day.
the day that winter became my favourite season.
