This snow is like the way I feel when I’m with you.
It’s beautiful now, but you know what? It will be gone by tomorrow and the rest of the week is sunny. Who knows how long I’ll have to wait for it again?
I cling to the brief moments in which you make me feel special, but they are as ephemeral as this white powder on the ground. Soon the brilliance of her will overtake everything again and I’ll be left to fade into the background until you remember me once more.
I know the snow will come again – it always does. It might be here longer some times than others, but it never lasts.
You’re my air, and I’m a couple of snowflakes that melt the second they touch your lips. Why can’t winter last forever?