arindalee

Under the moon's tender gaze, I found myself chasing after the echo of my own message—a fragile thread connecting two souls. The night air held secrets, and I raced toward the bench where he sat, a solitary figure on the edge of the field.

“Have you been waiting for me long?” I asked, breathless. His eyes, like pools of forgotten wishes, met mine. Tonight the first snow fell, each flake a whispered promise of something new.

His laughter erupted, a burst of warmth against the cold. “Why are you laughing?” I wondered aloud, captivated by his strange beauty. His gaze lingered on the falling snow, as if it held secrets only he could decipher.

“Because you are so cute,” he confessed, and I blushed, my heart dancing to a rhythm only he could hear. But then, without warning, I kicked his leg. “Why'd you hit me?” he protested, feigning annoyance.

His laughter swirled around us, a tempest of joy. “Because I am happy,” he declared, his narrow eyes crinkling at the corners. And in that fragile moment, I understood—I was happy too.

I stood, but he followed, arms encircling me from behind.

He opened his coat, and I nestled inside—a mother kangaroo and her cub seeking refuge. But it wasn't warmth I craved; it was the safety of his embrace, the promise of belonging.

“I am glad it's snowing,” he murmured against my hair. “But even more, I'm glad you're back.” His voice held galaxies, and I clung to his cold hand, tears mingling with snowflakes.

“I am soo soo happy!!!” he shouted to the silent night, and I echoed his joy. For in this fragile dance of laughter and longing, we found our unfinished story—a snow-kissed beginning, a love that defied seasons.