Nothing is quite what it seems, so we should try to stop assuming, and talk for a bit, laying in the numbness of snow.
We all need space and personal days, especially when we don't want them.
You know it's coming, that it'll happen and take you where you want to go, but you just don't know when it's going to come. Our timing is always off, but we always come back together, in the end. I hope there's no end.
We have gotten so used to each other that I can't imagine my life without you in it somehow.
I can't read you, not even the nook of your neck. But I dream of curling up and reading you with my fingers.