are we falling like snow at the beach? weird but fucking beautiful, flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful

everyone craved companionship—a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a partner—whatever you chose to called it, no one wanted to be alone.

but a best friend and a boyfriend wrapped in the same person? a blessing from God himself.

despite the chill of winter enveloping the world outside, walker had other plans. he wanted to take you on a date to a secret spot. his hints were cryptic, only urging you to bundle up and wear a warm coat.

as you walked hand in hand down a winding road, the pavements gave way to more rustic paths the further you went.

“shhh, stop complaining. it’s not that cold,” walker teased, playfully rolling his eyes. in a sweet gesture, he took off his scarf and wrapped it snugly around your neck.

he took your hand in his again and guided you down a narrow pathway. after navigating through a patch of unkempt land, you finally made it to where he wanted to bring you.

it was simply breathtaking—a winter beach, where the golden sand was kissed by a delicate frost, glimmering next to the navy ocean.

“look how pretty,” he murmured. but when you looked at him, you realized he wasn’t looking at the snow on the beach. he was looking at you.