Winter Lovers

We were most certainly winter-lovers.

Our romance was all about rainstorms, running through the ice-cold sleet to get in his car. Finding excuses for my mother on why my hair was soaked because we most certainly were not supposed to be meeting on the side of the road to lean against my car and kiss until we couldn't feel our fingers. Or until I couldn't feel mine. He was always so warm. The slightest breeze, the smallest raindrop could sent my blood scurrying away, hiding inside me, leaving my fingers white and my lips blue. But he was warm. Again and again that winter was Darling I'm so cold and finding that hearth heat in his arms. We were not beach party lovers, we were christmas/surprise birthday party lovers. It was sliding down the muddy rain-soaked hill to his front door. It was getting our sweatshirts mixed up. It was waking up in my car and seeing how clean everything was from the rain. It was waking up to the soft light of another gray morning coming in the window and hearing him groan about more rain and me smiling because it was more rain to dance in and kiss in and because we were winter-lovers.

In May it got finally got warm and we got finally got caught.

I don't get to see him in the sunshine.

We dont get to learn to be summer-lovers.

I miss the rain.

Reviews

[Abigail]

How sweet. Yet how sad. Love really is a beautiful thing