It was crazy, how hard it was snowing. If it was raining golf balls instead, we’d all have been beaten to death by now.

The scene around me could have been straight off a Hallmark greeting card: A quiet world bathed in blue light, dark in that four-o’-clock-winter sort of way. Houses snug and cozy beneath thick blankets of snow. Delicate icicles dangled off roofs and cars, twinkling like diamond.

And all I could think of was you.

I couldn’t be sure whether or not I was over you. After five months of solid crushing I’d started to question it, but just as a far-off, vague idea. And now, three months later, my feelings were utterly muddled. I’d wanted to wish you a happy Christmas as soon as the buses pulled up from Keva, but you were nowhere to be seen. I wouldn’t see you again until after break. Dang it.

I might have cried, but it was so cold that I was afraid the tears would freeze. So I ambled on, softly, sorrowfully.

One girl and her thoughts under a dreamy blue sky