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The wind is.. so cold.

Like vacant whispers in an empty room, or a piano's keys being met with the graze of a long forgotten ghost. A haunting chill that makes you suck in a breath and daydream about anything warm: candles, baths, the sun, love.

Love can be the coldest warmth ever felt, though. One that encases you with an embrace you never want to break free from. But love, love can shove you away, challenge you, make you do things you would have never considered before you met love.

You will ask yourself "is this worth it? is any of this, worth it?" And then you will see those eyes, that smile, you will hear that laugh, that laugh that could make you go from sobbing to blissful in a moment's time; you see and hear all of these things and you will know your answer.

You will know they are worth it.

And even though I was terrified, even though my lungs struggled to keep up with the rhythm of my heaving, I reminded myself of that.

"It's okay, we're okay." I feel his arms around me, the trembling of his hands paradoxical to his words.

But God, was he the coldest warmth ever felt.

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