I felt everything around me getting blurry and all I could feel was him, the warmness of him. It was snowing. You know the kind, the big soft slow falling snowflakes, the perfect kind. Phil took me in his arms. He told me I was beautiful and leaned in for another kiss. Right in the middle of the snow, he kissed me. It was wonderful. He spun me around and I saw all the snowflakes caught up in his eyelashes. I didn't want to leave, but I kissed him on the cheek and told him I'd call. In the car, all I could think of was my kiss…was him…love, I believed. Whenever it snows, I think of Phil and our kiss.
