I find it funny how people always think of passion as something hot and fiery. Love is often compared to a burning flame or a dying ember. Not that I don't agree of course, but there are times that I would have to say that the emotion might have been romanticized too much. In the same line of thought I would like to say that love can be like winter. It is a private moment, with the rest of the world starting to spin slower and you start having the luxury to keep to yourself. The scene outside is serene and fluffy and sparkly and fragile - every word you can use to describe how your loved one makes you feel. A cold day will let you savor time, the best of your moments together warming you up. Is it not more romantic to have a reason to hug each other anytime, and hug each other longer than spring, summer, or fall would allow? (Don't people like having sex when the weather is cold?) Love can be so deep and so romantic and so beautiful like a cold night. I had a great day with a very charming person today, and though we had to share the rink with about less than a hundred people, I was glad to learn - for the third time - how to skate. Now it's a very odd date for some people, but I enjoyed it a lot. I had a bit of a problem with carrying the skates, my legs were stiff as a dead tree branch for the better part of our first run. I had to relearn the basic stuff of ice skating for the third time, and the charming person was very kind to repeat our first lesson together ever so patiently. I really envied the other skaters who received comments from my charming person about how they had "great balance" and "form" and "flexibility". Most I got was "you have very graceful arms, your legs could do with some." I know I'm such a lousy skater (one day,... |
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