Texts from the middle of the night bring warmth, kisses placed onto cold cheeks bring love. The words you say to me are thin like paper yet sweet like chocolate, the actions that you wish to do make my heart pound hard like a drum. Waiting for the moment where the warmth isn't fiction but reality and true, would you remember the words that were spoken through technology? Human contact and emotional connections I'd thought I never needed but when you stepped up to the frosted and covered with white flakes and the frosted wind brushed against our skin I knew I was wrong. Let the words flow off your tongue and soar into my heart so softly that they part and spread warmth, late winter made us freeze to the bone yet we still kept warm and happy with the words sent through sound and technology. Thank you for being there and with these words I shall say my last hello as I step onto the white line covered with sweet pink and red flakes that shape my heart, the train rings out making me shake along with the train hauling to a stop before me. Hello, good morning, goodbye, I love you, goodnight and goodbye sent to each other are no longer important because this is no dream anymore as the door slides open.