Walking to your bus stop, pushing our way through snow-filled sidewalks. We are just friends, but each of us knows it could be something more. You walk faster than I, crunching whiteness under your feet. “Alan.” I call your name once, and you turn around. The orange lamplight, snow falling on your parka, that smile… “I can’t walk that fast.” I move closer, you wait for me. Face to face, the city muffled under its blanket. I realize then that Time can, does, stand still.
In that moment, I should have kissed you. In that moment I first knew love.
--from Saucy Ova