January 21, 2013
It is wintertime. We are huddled by the fireplace, our laughter doing a better job of keeping us warm. You open each story with "Do you remember that time when," and I perk up trying to predict which time you'd be referencing. I try so many times, and fail to guess correctly. Because the truth is there is one time that keeps cropping up, that one time which I hope you will retell me: It was our first winter and we were huddled like this, we kissed for the first time, and knew that night that we were in love.