The cold, crisp February air turns my face red,
something you’ve always been good at, too.
We’re standing outside as the snow falls around us.
It’s not the first snowfall of the year,
but it’s the first in a while.
A flake falls onto your nose and we laugh.
I’m filled with a joy only you can bring me.
We’re bundled up in coats, hats, gloves, and scarves,
you bury your face in your scarf, a twinkle in your eyes.
It’s 9 pm in an empty parking lot,
the moon, full and bright, illuminates the vacant lot.
I see just your silhouette,
but it’s enough for me.
A car drives by, the low hum of their engine breaks the silence,
their headlights brighten up your face for a moment.
I’d never seen someone so beautiful.
As we stood out in the cold,
waiting for our friend to pick us up,
I tell you I’m freezing and you take your hand out for me to hold.
I smile, and you take your glove off. I do the same.
Your hand is hot on mine, and a warmth fills me deep inside.
I never believed in love before I met you.
I never believed in anything before you.
Our friend drives up to us and we climb into the backseat.
He apologizes for taking so long, he had to get gas.
I don’t mind.