I'm looking outside at the snow we've gotten today. It's gorgeous, simply stunning. My mind wanders off to her and wills us both to be playing outside in the snow.
In my head we're walking back from the train station, talking about something or other that isn't all that important. We're laughing and smiling and occasionally we stare too long at each other and so I blush and turn away.
I look down at the snow and simply cannot resist.
I watch my mitten dip down to grab a handful and I'm making a snowball. I hear her protesting and she runs ahead. I laugh gleefully forgetting how red my face was a few moments ago. Her running is futile. She can't outrun the freezing bit of snow I lob at her back.
I smile smugly as I hear the thwack as it breaks apart.
She yells something about me being dead as she runs ahead, dipping her own glove down into the snow. I run to catch up, grabbing my own snowball on the way. We throw them at one another and keep it up as we both run towards my apartment. As we near the corner at the end of my block, I toss the last one at her.
It nails her square in the back of the head.
She looks at me and laughs, the light from the streetlamp glinting off the flakes in her hair as she shakes it off. She stops & sticks her tongue out. I keep running towards her and reach her. I take my right mitten off and bush the snow out of her hair and her hair from her face.
For a moment, I can't breathe because I realize how close I am to her.
I can smell her shampoo.
I try to say that I'm sorry, but my mouth opens and no words come out. I'm frozen, with one of my hands buried in her hair, while I look into her beautiful eyes.
I forget what I was sorry for.
Hell, I forget where I am.
But she breaks me from it when she grabs my other hand.
We just stand there with the flakes falling down around us in the middle of the street, looking at each other, wondering who or if anyone one will make that first move.
I squeeze her hand and with my hand buried in her hair, I pull her towards me. We laugh slightly as my glasses start to steam up, but I kiss her anyhow. It's soft and I taste the sweetness of the lip balm on her lips. We lean back, me looking through fogged eyes. I untangle my frozen fingers from her hair and I can do nothing but smile.
I step close to her again, this time her gloved hand pulls me to her and we kiss again. Her breath is warm. Her lips soft. The tenderness is staggering.
We just stand close, sharing our breath and all I can think is how I always wondered what her lip balm would taste like.
Finally, I back away, but we continue holding hands.
We don't say a word. We just walk towards my apartment.