but it is still december

Oddly, I’ve found that not much time has passed since that day we first met. Say, 2 months? But it seems as though time has passed us up in an uncharacteristically swift manner, wouldn't you say? Or, is it that it has dragged us on in one that is uncharacteristically slow? I’ve been thinking about this for a few days now, but I guess recently we’ve realized that my mind has found an inability to place its finger on the truth of things. It was cold that day. But I was wearing a tank top and merely giggled as you continuously asked if I was cold. I’m sure there was a jacket tied around my waist, but I liked the fleeting feeling of you caring for my well being. Although, it is much colder now, and I have started to wear coats and you never seem to ask me if I’m cold.

I think I’ve decided that you aren’t a particularly warm person. But wait, that isn't fair is it? Have I made a blanket statement? Have I cherry-picked? Am I missing evidence? Reasoning? But my mind has started to defog and I think I am now able to finally identify a moment or two lost in too many seconds and I’ve decided that that statement doesn’t quite do you justice. There were a few moments, indeed, where I found some warmth in you

But as I said, those were only moments, and they have passed.

Although, I guess I have always enjoyed the sensation of watching my warm breath turn to steam in the freezing air.