snowflakes clung to long inviting eyelashes and the charlie brown christmas version of oh christmas tree played in my head as i walked the short distance from the front door to my car, taking in the beauty and serenity of the winter scene before me.

it made me think of last year, talking to one of my favorite boys of all time about the perfect first kiss, mine would have taken place in just such a wintry setting.

(now i know the truth, that most first kisses are very awkward and no matter how romantic you want it to be they usually aren't.)

but regardless this is what i thought of, and suddenly my evening seemed a little chillier without you there.

someday soon boy, when we go walking in my perfect winter wonderland, lets pretend just for a minute that it's our first kiss.

and i give you my permission to take my breath away.