My favourite memory of you is on a wintry evening. You were brushing the snow off my car and chatting, telling me how much you like winter and how you like to go for walks in the snow. And we just looked at each other. How I wanted you to ask me. But you didn't and the moment passed. I wish I had had the courage to grab your hand and say "Come on." But I was too afraid. Not meant to be I guess. It would have been lovely I know, walking with you, the conversation we would have had. There were so many things I wanted to talk to you about and never got the chance. But you can be sure the next time I'm standing outside with a handsome man and he mentions snow I'm going to drag him down the street! But I'm glad I have my memories of you. They fill my heart and make me smile xoxo
Sincerely,
PC
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