When it snowed...

She had never seen snow before. She wasn't expecting to see it now. She was already living her dream, being where she was and with whom she was. Growing up, she never once thought of going to a place where it snowed. She liked warmer climates; they were so much more comfortable and she hated the cold anyways. But all of that changed. It's always about who you are doing things for and who you are doing things with. Things you had never wanted to do before, places you never desired to see, dreams you never dared to dream; all of that changes. But here she was, and it was beautiful! Like a fragment of the most beautiful piece of imagination, like a moment that one wishes for to freeze.
Sometimes she wondered why people wasted so much time over-planning special moments. Special moments are scattered all around us; in tender embraces, in silent companionship, in moonlit walks, in gentle whispers. And then sometimes you get this entire sphere of special moments altogether; like that day when she first saw snow. Watching the white flakes fall from the sky was not special; watching the white flakes fall from the sky with him WAS! He dragged her out excitedly to feel the powdery softness of the snowflakes. It was heaven. Tiny white specks on his hair brought out a tenderness and warmth in her that she had never felt before. But she needed a quiet moment, away from him; just a few minutes to absorb all that she was experiencing; the overwhelming feeling of being with him, the butterflies when he wanted to see the look of wonderment on her face, the gratitude, the sadness, the reality. She looked at him and he understood. He let go of her hand and she quietly walked away, her head bent low, hands in her pockets. She went further away from him till she could barely make out his silhouette; drew in her breath and turned around. As she reached closer to where she had been with him, she saw him standing, looking at her, waiting quietly for her to return; as he always did and always will. Her face lit up, she ran to him, losing herself in the warm embrace that said more than he had ever said to her in words. She felt loved, secure, cared for. She always complained that he didn't express what he felt. She didn't need those words anymore. His still being there said everything. They walked in the snow hand in hand, never to let go of each other or that moment again.

This piece of writing is a fragment of the writer's imagination and and is purely fictional. Resemblance to anyone would be purely coincidental.