day 56

She's so cute

I want to hug her

            and hold her

     and kiss her on the face

Last night
I told her that I'm not leaving:

It's 11pm and it's cold outside.

It's not quite December

and November is nowhere near.


Your face makes me believe in 
February 14th.

She chuckled
Her cheeks became as rosy red
as Santa Claus is believable.
But it's not Christmas yet, sweetheart.
Yet.