he told me that the snow makes him think of the morning after we first slept together. We were sitting my couch, under the window, watching the snow fall onto the street quietly.

he says he often thinks of me on days like today.

we used to stare at each other, yet were unable to look each other in the eye for more than a few moments. i assume that the situation was to blame; we both knew that what we were during was wrong. however,we continued to have these secret get togethers. we'd watch movies under a down blanket on my couch, touching each other with every chance available. we used to watch fight club, again and again and again.

sometimes i would go to his house and sit on his bed. his whole bedroom smelled like him. we'd attempt to hang out just as buddies, but end up in our underpants, kissing and saying things like, "we are so terrible. we are just supposed to be friends."

at one point, a few months after we were found out and we went our seperate ways, i started to date someone else. he was a mutual friend to us both.

sunday nights, they'd come over to together to watch the simpsons, and i'd have so much trouble keeping my eyes off of him. the whole time, my heart pounded and i imagined kissing his perfect lips again. it was senseless to pretend that i didn't still want to be close to him. needless to say, this was a damper on my relationship with the new guy.

it's about a year or so later now, and he is single again. the same girl he was dating then left him. we are supposed to watch a movie together thursday night.

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