You never really got over your ex. They were the only one who ever made you felt like you mattered. The only one who ever made you felt loved and wanted. Even if the relationship was false the feelings weren't. Unfortunately, your feelings couldn't leave when they did, and now you're reminded that every December third.

You sighed as you sat on a bench at the park. It was lightly snowing but you didn't mind. Every year you and your ex would've came here, have fun, and just love each other, you would've done anything to feel that way again.

You felt yourself shaking a bit, you weren't wearing much since the day started off pretty sunny. As you sat there, crossing your arms, trying to reserve any heat you had left, you felt someone touching your shoulder. You looked up to see a man holding out his sweater to you.

"Here, it's cold right now" The man said.