Even after we've fallen into our own lives, the little things keep reminding me of you. The falling of snow makes me imagine how pretty you look with snowflakes trapped in your hair. The warmth of hot cocoa reminds me of how hot my cheeks get. And all these old memories make me conscious of just how quickly my heart beats when I'm around you. But those are just memories. Memories of how things used to be, not how things are. And can we really go back after so much time has passed?