As the harsh December breeze swept past us, a shiver went through me. Standing in the middle of the street, wearing a jacket from you and a pair of shorts in the snow was not the wisest choice but your presence alone made me forget all about it. Just the knowledge that you survived the war and came back to me with not a scratch on your god-like physique alone, made me tear up. And just as the thought entered my mind, a lone tear slid down my cheek and almost reflexively, your thumb was sweeping it away and your sweet voice was whispering sweet nothings into my ear. And as I clung to you like a newborn child, inhaling your musky, intoxicating scent and just the feel of your body and how I melted into you, I knew. Being apart would be physically and emotionally painful and I'd try my damnedest not to let you go. Again.