I’ve always loved the cold
Skiing down a slope, the wind biting at my cheeks, I’m reminded of balance-the kind you need to hold yourself upright, and the kind you need to hold yourself together when life doesn’t make sense.
When I ski, I don’t overthink. I move, I trust my balance. I trust myself.That’s how I met him, not in a loud way. Not in a cinematic way.
Just in passing conversation that lingered a little longer than expected. He said he’d come back, It wasn’t dramatic.
It wasn’t a promise carved in stone. Just simple words. “I’ll come see you again.”And I believed him.
Days passed.
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