Marshmallows and Hot Cocoa

Snow floats softly from the pale grey sky. The world is encased in silence as we watch the wonder before us. My burnt skin stands in contrast to the pale you in this winter wonderland. Watching the you full of smiles, hugs that make me melt, and glances that make my heart flutter, I ask myself, “What did I do to deserve this?”

It’s a dream. A fantasy that belongs only to me–it’s too good to be true.

Shivers bring you closer–your warmth melting into mine. I push away saying I don’t want to be hurt. I ache all over knowing it won’t last. You’re too ideal for my imperfections. Why are you here with me? Why are you here? Why aren’t you with your Miss Right? I ache. I ache. I ache all over.

You attempt to pull me closer, but that makes the contrast between you and I stark–more obvious so that I cringe. My attempts to push you away makes us both fall–you on top of me. A marshmallow with hot chocolate. What did I do to deserve this? I’m trapped in a dream I can’t wake from. It’s wonderful! But why do I feel so bad? Cause I know I will get hurt. Cause your reassurances won’t last. Soon, Miss Right will take you away from this dream, from me, from your hot chocolate. The snow blinds me but not you. Not you–you can still see. Taking my hand in yours, you lead me deeper, irreversibly into this dream.