“I promise, I'll try. Yeah?”

Those words have been stuck in the back of your mind for a whole year, just waiting. An inevitable smile plastered your face at the thought of Simon finally giving you the answer to your longing wish.

The world seems to fade while you daydream about the scenario. Happiness anxiety whirls inside your aching heart, anticipating the blooming of what is soon to follow.

Snow crunching underneath your boots, flakes fluttering smoothly, morning carols chanting along with early birds. You were so lost in your own world — a jolly stroll through a snowfield park where flowers sprout underneath those water crystals.

One step forward.

Whites melt on your palm, and with a misty breath, you glance. The frosty breeze hits you harshly, like a warning that something unforeseen is being harboured.

Simon.

A box of precious chocolates, a bouquet of flowers with cascading snow through the silky petals — he was ready for something — someone.

What a sight for sore eyes.