![]() I shove my hands into my pockets and lean my forehead against the cold glass, letting my long curls fall across my face, hiding me from the outside world, wishing the chill penetrating from outside was enough to freeze all the memories of him out of my head. Instead, I walk over to the window and look out at the snow still glistening on the trees and shrubbery on the street outside my apartment building. I don’t listen to his message again but I don’t delete it either. Are you ready? ‘When we two parted, In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss Truly that hour foretold, Sorrow to this.’ I probably didn’t read that very well.”- Long silence broken by the roar of a passing truck in the distance -“Take care.” It’s for sissys and fags.’”- disgusted snort -“Anyway. Can you imagine what my dad would say if he knew? ‘Don’t read that shit, Lou. ![]() ![]() I’ve never met anyone who loves snow as much as you do.”- Throat clearing to cover the crack in his voice -“I got a library card yesterday. Then I saw the weather report and they said it will be warmer tomorrow and the snow will melt, and I know you’ll be so disappointed. ![]() And if you made a cup of hot cocoa afterward. I wondered if you tried making snowballs, even though the snow was too loose. ![]()
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