It's complicated.

I promised myself I wouldn't try to stand in your way. That I wouldn't intentionally cloud your vision. I can't help but think I'm doing the opposite. I keep telling myself I don't hear you complaining, and have to remind myself that doesn't make it right.

The calm before the storm.

Snow can be magical. Making patterns on cars.

I don't have a problem with snow. It's the inevitable cold that comes with it that I can't stand.

The Reminder

I don't love you, you don't love me, but I can imagine.

A dustland fairytale beginning...

Or Cinderella in a wedding gown.

I tried to read between the lines. It didn't work.