He was cold.
The kind of cold that pierces your veins and splinters your bones; the kind of cold that runs from your head, down your spine, all the way to your toes and seeps deep into your skin; the kind that wraps around you and suffocates you until you cannot breathe but you try to speak his name anyway.
& when he kissed me — I shivered.
it created a spark enough for me to get a taste of what his warmth was.
but it was never enough.
