Walking Over Snow

I wrote this with much feeling, having finished it within two days, instead of the usually longer process with multiple writer's blocks.

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A simple confession with so much emotion. So many events that could be expressed in just three words; those three words that could start or begin something.

But, this was for something that had already ended. Something that I loved with much anticipation, but didn't meet me in the same way.

Dear guy I like, I wish I'd met you much earlier. I wish for so many things that could've happened. But, it's past now.

It's past now.

So, I'll walk in a different direction, over snow; over the feelings that fell.