snow seems so stereotypically serene when it appears in slow-burn romances.
the soft flakes falling onto the couple's eyelashes, the powder making a slippery slope that they can only navigate by clinging to each other.
they slide and gasp, fall into each other's arms.
and the snow falls lazily around them, so silent, so peaceful, so...
I LIVE IN TEXAS OKAY? I DID NOT KNOW HOW COLD SNOW IS.
I SWEAR MY TOES ARE ABOUT TO FALL OFF
but like its snowing on valentinessss thats like a whole romantic miracle
AND I'M SINGLE FOR IT
it okay tho because now i know how awful and not romantic snow is :)