on a freezing early-winter night we sat on a wobbly table in the place we first met. by the small bookshelf library, we took turns reading moominland midwinter to each other. my hands were ice cold because i lost my gloves but i didn’t care so much because i had love

we pointed out the pictures we liked and i felt like i fell into the moominland sky. floating and swirling past the twinkling moon, stroking the stars as i passed on by. i thought about the times when you held me as i cried, when i was shaking and couldn’t find a way to speak. you held me in the dark until we fell asleep. i thought about our adventures through the trees, and our treacherous walks in the pouring down rain

it all started on the bench in the corner
and as i looked at it softly in the middle of the night
our whole love flashed in front of me