Moving words.

In the cold weather, I dream about the way you held me.

Your arms, like wings of an angel.

Wrapped around my fragile frame.

I felt a warm that can never be replaced.

Dare I ask you whether you still love me?

Can my heart take another beating?

I don't want to know.

But at the same time, I realize

That I would otherwise be living a lie.

In the darkness, I reach out

For your hand which fits perfectly into mine.

I wrote this on a train ride once. On a piece of paper, I scribbled some lines. I tried to bring myself back to that moment when I was in love. It was very fleeting, I tell you, but it meant a lot to me then, and the memory still means a lot to me now.

I'm not usually this corny haha.