i can't talk to you about it, about us ever again, so i'll write about it even though that does nothing other than giving me something to obsessively read and re-read over and over again it's getting colder again, and I was just starting to forget until they made that comment and now, onto more holidays spent trying to keep warm above all else, but, in time, the snow and ice will melt, and i will have lived through another cold spell
my thoughts are both a safe haven and a prison cell