I hate the cold
The day is very cloudy and I feel only cold and emptiness as I walk through the streets. I pass dozens, maybe hundreds of people, but none of them means anything to me. Just strange on their going on with their lives. My footsteps leave a mark on the snow on each step I take, that crunch sound reminds me that I'm still walking and that I'm getting closer, one step at a time. Then I see you next to the frozen fountain and all of that goddam emptiness disappears. Each little part of me starts vibrating, full of energy when we hug and I just melt when we kiss. And just like that, I feel like it's summer again, the cold gone, kept away by the warmth of both your eyes and embrace. I hate the cold. We just walk while I tell you how the last couple of days went, all the stresses and problems and during all of that, you just listen with your big sparkling eyes while sometimes giving some helpful advice. None of this is news, of course. We text each other all the time and I know