The scarf I wore provided a comforting and ethereal warmth to me. Maybe it was because of the blizzard about me, but I seemed to enjoy this feeling. Being closed off. The frost on my face made me feel considerably more stoic, at least when compared to my arrogant and brash mask I put on. But I wasn’t just here because of the serenity inside the sporadic and violent organized chaos provided by the blizzard, though I did find solace in the location. No, no. She told me to meet her here again. Where we would just sit on the bench, surrounded by snow and the cold. We often didn’t even talk on these “expeditions” a lot of the time. We would just hold each other, lock a far away gaze upon cold water floating to the floor. We only really got to do this on weekends, as we figured that after our tedious and often draining weeks at work and school, we might as well spend more time together, winding down, and enjoying our favorite thing ever. The snow. Each snowflake held the highest importance to me as if each flake were designs crafted by god himself. Thirty minutes later, she had already arrived. I tightened around her, squeezing to show my affection and love. She nuzzled my chest as she leaned in closer to my warm aura. I couldn’t have felt joy like this without her. I gingerly slid my hand to her waist, down to her thigh. She delicately takes off her black glove and slips underneath my jacket and shirt to keep it warm. Her soft finger guides itself along my stomach, and My entire body shivers to the touch. She starts to unzip my jacket, revealing the black turtleneck underneath. Flustered and gushing crimson at my cheeks, it was something I absolutely had to blame on the cold. Noticing this, She ever so teasingly latched on to me, while staring into my eyes with a familiar piercing intent. With haste, I suggested we retreat to the fortitude of our apartment. She smiles softly, turning away her head and resting in my arms. She muttered something under her breath. Eventually, She obliges and we take the 15 minute walk back home. As we walk, I realize that my eyes are misty and full of unwept tears. I realize that, soon, no matter how much I love her, how badly I need her,

She's gone.

And...

I'll always have to wake up.

I’ll always wake up without her.