youthcrisis
We used to meet at the railroad at twilight. No trains ever came. It was abandoned. It was so quiet, so serene. Just us two. We'd sit for an hour just talking about everything. She looked like a faerie with her silver hair and blue eyes. She would talk about how she wished to die. Because life wasn't a challenge. It made me wonder what would happen if trains did come.
Flakes of snow.
How cliche for me to mention them.
But there's nothing cliche about how snow flakes kissed your red cheeks. They had courage but I didn't. You laughed and worried about getting sick. I was speechless. I'm not brave. I'm not brave like the snow that dared make you blush.
But unlike the snow, I'd fall forever for you. Not just in winter time.