Almost love A gentle bump on a snowy night of December. Bizarre it was — yet magical. Holding a hot chocolate cup, deep diving into the nights of January. The snowy playground was rusty, yet soft. February slipped in like a bowl of warm soup at sunset, melting snow and the first chocolate. April? Bloomy bloomy cherry blossoms, soft wind, light drizzle. May, June, July — intense, pure... belonging to each other. Now, August. Almost love. Eyes closed. A smile. Almost love — You’re mine. ❤️