When it first begins to snow, it reminds me of old memories.
Memories of lost love and feelings.
How the snow flakes flutter they twirl around and around in circles.
Much the same as me chasing after you for so long.
Retracing myself and my pathways to get to you.
When the snow finally gets to the ground.
To the destination that they have been working to.
They melt away at the touch of the ground.
Disappearing to nothing, as if they had never been there.
Unlike my love for you.
For the feeling of being with you will never fade or disappear.
And now much like snow I am cold.
Freezing inside and out.
All because I never had enough courage to admit to you.
I wish that love was exactly like snow, in the sense that there are a million chances.
One after another, never ending chances.
Because maybe then, I would get the courage to admit my love to you. -
