"They ask me why I love winter, and I reply - It's the winds that carry her scent, the cold that brings her dreams to me. Every moment spent alone in this winter, I think that perhaps she, too, remains enveloped in this cold, right here with me."

How I want my toes

My love language is teasing and annoying you relentlessly til you kiss me to shut up.

A sense of safety, a feeling of alignment. It's those little things.

I tick all the boxes

I really do

And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together.