when i met you the first time, i got chills.
i was suddenly cold.
i learned more about you and fell.
pretty hard.
the more i talked to you, the colder i felt.
i began seeing snowflakes in your eyes and flurries on your skin.
your snow buried me.
the white fluffy flakes that were directly from your heart entered my lungs and i drowned in you.
then, it began storming.
hard.
blizzards blew across the expanse of your sunken caves that laid between two sharp mountains.
i was snowed in for three months without love or hope or happiness.
the sun that i compare him to came out and melted you.
i'm still afraid of the cold.