You’re standing outside my door, one foot holding it just ajar.
I can smell your fragrance. It comes in wafts, faint, then strong, and then it
fades away again. I want you to come in. But you're not ready yet. For now, you want to tease. I know that soon you’re going to sweep in and consume me. That you will follow me everywhere. That you will be with me all the time. I know that at some point it may get
too much and I’ll wish you would just go away. But for now, you have me in
anticipation. Waiting. Wanting.
Hello winter. We meet again.
*Image courtesy deviantart.com
*Image courtesy deviantart.com
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