When people enquire about why I do not like winter, I smile and tell them I never really liked chilly weather.
I could never bring myself to tell them that when the cold breeze touches my skin, it reminds me of the coldness that people breed within their souls. When I walk through the icy lanes alone, I can only think of the frozen eyes that saw me shatter piece by piece and didn’t blink once. When the sharp wind cuts through my loose hair, it does nothing more than remind me of the stinging words that came out of their friendly mouths and pierced through my aching heart.
And though it might sound poetic to some, I’d still like to believe that
Winter is coming, but it shall always pass.