It's snowing here. The first snow of the season. I was sitting on my couch sipping coffee and listening to the Mix CD he gave me when I looked up from my Riley-induced trance to see little flecks of white, hurling themselves against my window pane. I almost died. I ran to my room and threw on a sweater and scarf and went out into it. The little flurries swirled around me and left white kisses on my skin. I danced with them and wished he was there with me. I wished he could whisper in my ear that he loves me. I wished he could catch flakes on his warm tongue and feel the icy kiss when they disolve. I wished. But he's far away. Somewhere warm and sunny and bright. And I'm left alone, on this cold and snowy night.