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 that you already know all of this. But I really want you to be part of all of my life and it just seems like cheating if the bad stuff is just by messages.

I keep going on until I tell you how the company is stopping us from having lunch in the office's kitchen and I see this triggering something in you. Suddenly your sparkly eyes turn into a flame thrower with a fury that would make the devil blush. And you tell me everything about how Ellie has taken your lunch from the fridge so she could have space for hers. 

Yah, fuck Ellie.

And now is your turn. You tell me everything that is not going great, all of your problems and concerns and I try to help as I can, sharing all of the wisdom and experience I can muster.

As the sun shines on us we just spend time together. No bigger plan until the movie starts, and we already have the tickets, so no need to worry.

All day goes right as planned. We lunch, we go to the movie, we walk around a bit more, we have dinner. 

Today I am happy. Happy for being me, because only I had the chance to spend this wonderful day with you. 

But time doesn't stop and the day comes to an end. We say goodbye as we kiss one last time. As I walk home I feel the cold again. The clouds above block all the sky and the only light is coming from the cold street lights. 

My phone buzzes in my pocket. It's a message from you. 

"Thanks for the day. Love you!" 

And again I melt but at least the moon can show me the way back home.