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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s a cold coffee kind of month. It’s a day when I stare down at a cold liquid in a clear plastic cup and think about that day so long ago when I met a girl near the window. When we had a conversation while she drew shapes and smiles in the condensation on the window. When I saw her again, occupying the last booth near the frosted glass. When I saw her the third time with a blanket around her shoulders and a red beanie covering her short curls. When I saw her for the unknown time,and this time invited me to share the warmth of the blanket that had quickly become a staple of our friendship. When we were huddled together listening to Jack Stauber and Cavetown. A friendship based off of a red blanket, a frosty cold window, and iced coffee. When I saw her time and time again. When she called me ????ts? ?af? And I did my research and her nickname became ?e?µ????t???? f???? When she laughed at my sweet tooth and how much sugar I put into my iced coffee When I became friends with the girl by the icy window. When I became more than a friend. It was a cold coffee kind of month. But now it is spring. I see strands of a red blanket in the booth near the window. The beanie I had received as a gift, customized with ‘ always my ????ts? ?af?’ is chafing at my neck and is uncomfortably warm. I look down at my coffee, no longer cold, no longer sweet. And I look out of the window, no longer opaque with ice. Though it is already spring, I wipe off some residual frost off and watch it melt on my arm. I look at the window. Frost melted and gone. And with it, the girl near the frosted window.
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