i’m beginning to learn how to love the cold. the summer used to be my favorite, running around the beach half naked soaking up the sun; days that felt like weeks; no school and no commitments to anything. but summer is a single season, and he’s teaching me to love the memories and the self-created warmth of the winter. being held so tight because i need to be warm; walking with my hand in yours instead of my in my pocket; kisses that warm my lips and my nose. now that i’m a continent away and freezing i miss you even more. but the cold reminds me how much i miss you and need you. cold is lonely without you; but with you its my favorite
