Infinitely

Hello blizzard,

After I wake up tomorrow and it’s a winter wonderland, I’ll scream in joy and run around the house. Then I’m going to pretend to revert back to being five years old and make a snowman and a snow angel. Then I’ll come inside freezing and warm my toes on the radiator while sipping on some hot chocolate.

After that?

I’m ready for spring.

He kisses me. Oh so gently, on the top of my head.

He watches me, so carefully, so softly- making sure he doesn’t lose me in the crowds, doesn’t lose me from his sight, from his life.

He guides me, his hands ever so lightly on the small of my back, on the back of my waist, making sure his touch is on me even as we weave through the sea of people- the streets of New York City.

He holds me close, not impulsively, but with thoughtful care. 

I feel this all, I see this, know this. But I do not comment. Because with time it’ll come. If he realizes and recognize his own self, his own feelings in time, he’ll tell me in time. Until then, he’ll kiss me gently and I’ll smile gently back. 

If he loses sight of me and I forget to turn back- well that’s up to time. 

Whatever may be, will be.