« It stopped snowing » David noticed, suddenly feeling sad because it meant one thing: the airports are working again, everything goes back to normal and so it’s time for her to leave. Again. « I’ll drive you to the airport when you’re ready. » He knows everything but it still hurts him as hell that he will have to watch her leave again. And he’ll see the pictures of her standing next to that British guy. That’s something he doesn’t want to witness. She comes out of his bedroom(their bedroom really)

and he frowns. She’s standing bare foot, only in his favorite t-shirt she bought him years ago. It doesn’t fit any of them – too small for his abs, too long for her tiny body but they both love it so much. She stands by the window and looks at the view of Central Park covered in snow. “Look, it’s snowing again” she says calmly, smiling at him. He pulls his arms around her tiny waist and kisses her neck. “It’s falling from the tree” he whispers to her ear. “Does it matter?” She turns to him

puts arms around his neck and kisses him passionately. “It’s snowing again” she repeats. “I think I can’t leave now.” And as much as he hates cold, winter and snow, he wishes New York City would always stay covered in snow while he’s melting at her touch. Love!

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This is why I love going through my inbox on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Thank you for this, anon.