Cold.
That is how I described my life.
Until you came along.
It was a freezing night in December when I first laid my eyes on you. I mentally cursed myself as I did not dress heavily enough for the chilly weather. I usually didn't mind the low temperatures, I even enjoyed it. It complimented my equally cold and bitter life. That night was particularly cold as I basked in the eternal loneliness I have lived in as long as I could remember.
I felt empty as joyful Christmas songs blared in the streets and as couples would sweetly kiss under a mistletoe. It reminded me of how miserable I was and why I even bothered to go out. The only thing I found joy in was the fat, fluffy snowflakes that fell from the heavens ever so gracefully. I held my palm out as a delicate snowflake fell on it, melting on contact, which reminded me of how even beautiful things disappear.
I suddenly felt empty again and sighed as I continued to walk towards the bus stop, hopefully catching the next ride home. I wrapped my arms around me and shuddered as the chills made its way through my spine. Then, amidst the cold, bitter, white snow, emerged a figure with fiery strawberry blonde hair that suddenly made me forget about the frigid temperature. Warm topaz eyes met my icy blue ones as she asked
"Are you cold? Here, take my scarf."
Her voice was so warm, her smile even more so as she gently wrapped her bright red scarf around me. I instantly gained comfort in the newly found warmth, not sure whether it was of the scarf or simply her.
"Warm, huh?" She asked as she flashed another smile.
I could only manage to mutter a "thank you" in response and she gave another smile and despite the freezing weather, I melted. Everything about her was warm, her voice, her eyes, her smile. This stranger was so sincere, so innocent.
I instantly fell in love.
Warmth.
That is how I described my feeling after meeting you. And you filled my life with it.