Jag längtar efter vintern nu. Efter stora snöflingor. Efter kall luft som gör att man kan andas, på riktigt.
...och så lutade hans sig fram mot mitt öra. Nu! viskade han.
"Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both of my hands
Chewing on a candybar.
You said, ain't this just like the present
To be showing up like this?
As a moon waned to cresent
We started to kiss"
♥
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