Day 92,~Winters Kiss~

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~Winters Kiss~

Try in vain I might,

Frozen touch, and heart alike

I long to warm him.



At times you doubt if your relationship material, I do quite often because one thing I hear from time to time is that my hands are so cold. That when I reach out it can feel like death, not welcoming in the warm familiar way people seem to like but more in the chilled embrace of the final sleep. It stinks because I constantly work through things only to end up back in my default modus of ice. I think that’s why I like heavy dark winters, things are frozen cold, you know where you stand, and you feel the pain fresh and crisp every time.