A thought came to me only just now that made me laugh. What if my mystery man if naught more than a snowman? A person I created pretending that I needed someone to lean on. But his arms are like sticks and they could never hug me. He cannot warm me. I am staring too much into the distance and forgetting the warmth of the fire I left at hiome, burning in the hearth.
I have everything I need right here.
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