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✨ i remember you

I REMEMBER YOU

         I remember the day I first laid eyes on you. It was a frosty December morning and you were shoveling snow from your mother’s yard. I could only see the back of you, but I could tell you were attractive. Your beautiful brunette curls were adorned by a bobble beanie, which was basically the only thing keeping you warm.

         I remember the day we first spoke. It was only a week from when I first noticed you. You were shoveling snow once again, still wearing nothing to shield you from the cold front. Deciding to be neighborly, I offered to lend you a hand.

         ”Would you like some help, sir?” I politely offered, a small smile on my face when you turned. Oceanic eyes captured my own. You held the sea in your eyes.

         You attempted to decline my request, but I persisted and you supplied me a shovel. We shoveled and exchanged names. You had a name fit for your looks.

         I remember asking you, “Why aren’t you bundled up? Aren’t you cold?” My attire consisted of a crème colored sweater, white skinny jeans, and coffee colored, furred boots. It still wasn’t enough to keep me warm.

         You laughed, and what a beautiful sound that was. It was music to my ears.

         ”I’ve been through colder,” you replied, a grin tugging at your pink lips, “this is nothing.”

         After that we continued to shovel through the driveway, volleying through conversations. I found out that you were finishing your university courses back home to spend time with your mother. I told you that I was finishing my courses online and lived all on my own.

         I remember our first kiss. We haven’t even gone out on a date yet. The kiss wasn’t anticipated, it just happened as we were caught up in the moment.

         It was minutes before a new year began.

         You decided to walk me home, and I thought that was a nice thing for you to do. We had accumulated a kindhearted friendship in the two weeks that we’ve spoken.

         When we reached my door, I heard your rowdy family members counting down. We were now seconds away from a new year, and I could feel it would be a good one with you as my new companion.

         Once they shouted the final number of the countdown, you leaned to give me, what I suppose was, a hug but I assumed otherwise and our lips connected. It wasn’t awkward, as I had expected it to be. You kissed back, and boy, were you a good kisser. 

         Your hands slipped their way towards my waist, hauling me close. I enclosed my hands around your neck and we continued the kiss.

         Pulling away, a widespread smile on your face, you whispered, “Happy New Year’s.”

         I remember the day you asked me to be yours. Nothing big, just us lounging around my house in our pajamas. It was mid-March, meaning the snow was melting because the sun was ready to come back.

         I was making breakfast at four o’clock in the afternoon, which you had learned that I never seemed to eat at appropriate times.

         You snuck behind me, wrapping your arms around my waist and resting your chin on my shoulder. Nothing out of the ordinary in our four months of being friends.

         Until you said something I hadn’t necessarily expected.

         ”Will you be mine?” It wasn’t something cheesy you would find in a Nicholas Sparks novel, which I read religiously. It wasn’t a grand gesture, but it was enough to make me melt.