we are unusual and tragic and alive

Last night, the weather was cold and so was I. Frostbitten words tumbled from my mouth and I couldn’t take them back, not even when your eyes turned darker than the clouds in the sky and I felt my heart stop, wondering if this was it, if I’d finally ruined everything. Then it was snowing for the first time this winter and I reached up to brush the snowflakes from your blonde hair. Your cheeks were rosy from either your anger or the low temperature, probably a mixture of both, and I could see your breath and I could hear my own heartbeat thumping in my chest for you, baby, always for you. You were just out of reach, one step too far, and then you were against me, your body warmth stopping my shiver. I almost lost you to the winter last night, the cold winds whisking you out of my arms, but I’ve learned now to hold on tight and keep you close to me- forever.