There’s no lovelier weather than a cold spell day. You are sitting in front of a roaring space heater. Mini marshmallows are bobbing in a hot mug of milk-melted chocolate. Your partner laces their fingers between yours because his warm heart can cure the coldest hands.
Is this true or a cheesy fantasy I tell myself to get through the depression of the winter months? The truth is, regardless of whether we adore this type of weather or despise it with a passion, we live and breathe the cold and hot spells of others each day. Why allow Mother Nature to change your mood if your selfish ex couldn’t?
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