Thursday, June 14, 2012

It's February and a foot of snow has just fallen.


It's a gentle storm. You take my hand.


It's late and I have to go home soon, but we decide to go to your apartment anyway. Just for a bit.


You start running through the heaps of snow, so we can get there faster. So we can have more time.


This is my favourite memory of you.

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