The snowflakes fell like soft kisses onto her cold face. With each loving touch of snow on skin a sense of flickering hope was bought into her life. Things were changing and this was the beginning of her new start. She slowly let out a long, deep sigh and watched her breath dance away from her in waves. The waves of her breath contained all the unwanted thoughts and feelings she possessed; with each exhaling lungful of air she felt her head clear, as if someone was wiping away the thick dust on an old and forgotten dresser, in swift and decisive movements things got clearer.
Monday, 9 January 2012
The snow continued to fall.
Sunday, 8 January 2012
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do.
When faced with a problem like this, she found it easier to imagine her thoughts and feelings as a long piece of knotted thick shipman's rope, that with careful precision and consideration could be untied, resulting in a clear and simple conclusion to the matter in hand, but as it so happened her thoughts seemed to be intertwined like a Gordian knot. If only she could react to a situation or problem as easily as he could, he treated his problems like fresh, powdery snow; throw it up glittering in the air and watch it fall into place; wherever it landed suggested what was meant to be. She sighed inwardly, annoyed at herself for pointing out another huge contrast between the two of them.
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