Cold Wind and Longing

By: Anydinh

Winter has come again, my dear.

We’ve been apart for a long time now, but the memories of you remain so vivid in my mind.

You—my winter girl—were never like the others. While most girls hated winter, you loved it. You once told me that winter may be cold, but it brings people closer. It draws hands together for warmth, wraps people in hugs so tight it’s hard to let go.

You used to joke that in other seasons, you were just an ugly duckling, but in winter, you were truly beautiful. And it was true—under the biting cold of winter, your cheeks would glow like ripe peaches, and your smile would shine like the first rays of sunshine on a frosty morning.

But now, winter without you feels unbearably cold—so cold it chills me to the core. Your hands no longer warm mine. There are no more hugs from behind, no more radiant smiles to melt the frost around me. I miss you, my winter girl—the one who taught me to love the cold. I miss you deeply—your warm embrace, your hands that lent me the fire to warm my frozen heart.

I love you—forever, my girl of winter.