(via domodaniello) 

beginnings are always a blur. imagine if we hadn't met. imagine if you hadn't texted me that night and imagine if i didn't see your dazzling face through the glass window. imagine if you hadn't wave and imagine if hadn't snuck out just so i could touch your face just once more because it hurts me to watch you from afar, you in all your teenage years of magnificence, just standing there waving. your skin was so fragile and your eyes were deep like the ocean, bursting with life and colour and there they are, swimming in circles. i dont know if you know but i watched you that night from my window, long after you thought i had left and left you only footprints in the snow. i watched you, kicking up snow into the air like sand, hiding each time you thought someone came. i watched, and you never left. you sat there in the snow and it was 5 in the morning but you were still there and i was too.

some memories are slippery but that was how we met. in the early morning when the whole town was asleep, snuggled so comfortably in bed warm and home but we're outside in the descending tricksnow and we met. that moment you invited me into your open heart and i let you find mine.

x
huiqi