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Pristine, lacey, white snowflakes

Fall around the orange florescent streetlight



My head pressed against

The cold, foggy window pane.



Is this happiness?

Is this what I’ve longed for?



He sits in the next room

Further exercising his brain

With his puzzle book.



I had just thrown down a book

In degust.

He smirked.



Never have I known

A feeling

So confusing

As this.



Pure bliss

Mixed with laughter.

A dash of adventure

And a million smiles.



I love this man,

I know it.

But this feeling…



It’s just so new

To me

And I find myself wondering…



How long will this last?

Will I be discarded for another

Like before?



Or will I remain here,

Happily watching the snow

Fall around this streetlight?