Like most of my stories, it will end tragically.

But that's not real life.""So?

Stay I whisper to him. Stay in the car. Stay in this moment. But of course he never does.

But you think we're here for beautiful things and you think sadness is beautiful?""It can be," I say.

And I know that winter is supposed to end, but things aren't always the way they are supposed to be.

And it's impossible to say and even harder to feel.

I could close my eyes and believe that we have never been apart. I could invent a new past to remember.

It hurts for him to smile at me like that.

I know that you know I've been in love with you for forever. You don't have to pretend.