SPRING DAY

the snowman

"we fell apart. but my world didn't."

- horacio jones -

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the snow is beginning to melt outside, the white wonderland disappearing. the air is slowly warming. and i can tell. winter is almost over.

yet it is cold as ever inside. freezing like the arctic circle. it's not cold from the winter, i know. it's a cold from within. from the thought that you won't be here.

the seasons are changing, yet i haven't moved on. this was the coldest winter yet. and even though it is leaving, it's leaving the icy chill behind.

outside, there's a dying snowman. the one you built before you left. your blue scarf is still around its sludging neck. my wool hat is on its already misshapen head.

i'm always tempted to kick it to oblivion whenever i step outside. but i couldn't bring myself to. believe me, i tried.

probably because it is the last thing you did with me with a real smile on your face.

i'm ridiculously sentimental, holding on to things like a snowman to keep a dying illusion alive.

but somehow, the snowman and i made it through the winter without any tender loving care. it seems like we're stronger than we look.

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this story makes no sense omg i'm sorry for this crap.