Winter is coming.
I open my eyes and feel the bitter sting of the cold against my skin. The branches reach out to embrace me as I try to find my way back home. The air has a certain heaviness about it, and somehow I find myself walking towards you. I am unaware of what comes next, or even of how we got here, but I am glad of it. This is something new for me, this is me trying to be open. It is nice to stand beside you and feel your warmth. To watch you thinking about what to say, and to listen to the answers you give me. I am enjoying learning your truth. I have trouble with small talk and I never know quite what to say. I am a little bit old fashioned, but I am also an independent woman and I dont expect you to pay (though I appreciate when you do). And if I am hesitant it is only because I am unsure of myself and I dont want to rush things. I like that you seem to be the same. I know it is still so very early, but the sun is just about to break over the horizon and I look forward to seeing what daylight will reveal.