Late into the night, the snow fell and fell. It fell on everyone and everything. Couples kissing under blankets, widows begging for money, elderly people enjoying their last December. I won't be the girl he kisses in the snow this year. Maybe next year, I'll get lucky and be on his list. Maybe, he'll notice me. Maybe, ill smile at him with snowflakes in my hair and on my eye lashes. Maybe, he'll kiss me.

But then again, maybe I'll just dream it again like last year.