i remember that confident boy,
the one who displeased his father without meaning to.
the boy who meant well, yet couldn't do so.
the boy who i felt to comfortable with.
i remember the first snowy day we met,
when you brushed the snow out of my hair and bandaged me up,
to the rocky years we had of ignoring eachother and denial.
i remember meeting you so vividly, mark lee.
and it upsets me that i only ever see you in the winter,
because it's so cold,
yet you were so warm-
it just never felt right for someone like you to be there.
i remember that confident boy,
who came over to me again and again and complimented me
even when i felt like no one ever would.
i remember the bright boy,
too loud for his own good,
yet who radiated pure and utter joy to everyone.
and i remember how it feels to fall in love with you
again and again,
because i do it every winter.
i'll see you soon my love,
for winter is the only time we ever meet.
