Falling in love is like trying to match snowflakes; no two are ever the same. No two people carry the same heart, the same story. Hands are held tighter or looser, kisses get bigger or smaller, goodbyes get longer or shorter. Lips take different shapes, form unfamiliar words, new skin against skin, another eager body to explore. You are beautifully unique like the first snowfall, like a grain of sand, like the scar on the back of your hand.