They say that everyone is unique, just like a snowflake. But that day, I saw a similar pain in her eyes – a mind paralyzing throb. Or maybe we held the same snowflake, an infinitesimally small cold much like the shards of ice caught in our hearts.  All I know is that that day, that kindergarten lesson melted on the tip of my tongue, the warmth of the realization you provided allowing it.