I met Amelia on January 13. I have always wondered if it was the storm that brought me to her. Without that storm, I never would have stalled in the middle of the mountains; I never would have had to walk in the direction of the power lines; I certainly never would have discovered the paradise that awaited me huddled in the rocks. To this day, I can never watch a snowstorm without seeing the snowflakes caught in her eyelashes. When the piercing wind strikes the windows, I dream about the night she crawled into my bed to escape the storm. I will always love her. I cannot believe it has already been three years since I let her slip away.
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Dead End Paradise
RomanceI had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Straight ahead of me lay a ball of light that shone through the wall of snow. Despite the ice forming on my fingertips, I suddenly felt warm. Every window in the house before me was lit; if not for...
