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I had never known warmth. It had been winter for all my life and more. The blizzards came and went, the worst of the cold with them. Every day I dreamed about true warmth and every night I hoped the winter would cease the next morning.1

Then somehow, in the midst of my worries, I met him. He was beautiful and ever so kind. We became friends. During the weekends, he would come and keep my family company. I started to keep his family company on weekends too. Every moment I spent with him I enjoyed.2

One stormy day, we were alone together in the storage room. He sat by me and we talked away the raging blizzard. And as I inched closer to him I realized I had never been happier. We were together, chatting, and I couldn't think of a single time I had felt so...alive.3

I leaned towards him. He met my gaze and it just happened. We kissed, gently and sweetly. Afterwards, he was all I could think about.4

Whoever said warmth had to be in temperature? I had felt true warmth when we kissed. No, it wasn't just warmth.5

It was love.6