I want to be with you when it's freezing outside but warm within, snow glazing our coats and frosting the lights.
Deep winter colors form the only contrast to the fresh snow, holding us inside our perfect bubble, untouchable by time herself.
The footprints from our slow dances are the only proof we existed at all, save for the breaths from our kisses.
The credits continue to roll, and slowly and fiercely as a snowstorm, we continue to fall in love.