creating constellations

heat

i miss the warm feeling i got when you touched me,
the sudden rush of heat that ran from my heart to my cheeks. you didn't have the cold stare that everyone else did, you were special. so special that just the way you felt, the feeling of my skin against yours, never failed to make me melt. well, until you decided that being cold was nice, so you left me for your cold friends and turned back to ice.