"Maybe waiting for him wasn't such a good idea," the girl said, clutching at her shivering arms and desperately wishing for either her love to come, or for a nice, warm, thick cloak.
"Oh...Where is he?!" she hissed. She felt like the wind was going to either blow her away, or freeze her to death. Suddenly, she felt a pair of warm comforting arms wrapping themselves around her, and leaving a thick black cloak on her shoulders.
"You're here," she mused happily.
"I'm sorry I was late. I had to climb out my window, and even after that, an annoying messenger boy kept following me around," he explained. "But, I'm here now."
"Yes, you're here."
She felt him unwrap his arms, and shivered.
"What's wrong? Does the cloak have a tear?" he asked, searching for any sign of a rip.
"No, that's not it," she said.
"What is it, then?"
"Your arms. They warmed my heart. Now, my heart is cold again."
He grinned, and never let her go again.
Is it just me, or did the last line come out wrong? Oh well. I meant it as a huge hidden metaphor… Try to find it ^.-