All we need is love.
The first glance at a rosey cheeked, windswept couple bundled up to brave the elements but in love enough to entwine their bare fingers in the bitter December winds hurt like murder. Seeing a love so soul deep and pure so soon after losing something infinitely less perfect than that very sight caused an ache to spread faster through my heart than frostbite to my own foolish gloveless fingertips ever could.
