Sometimes a single moment stays in your memory for years.
For me, that moment was a kiss under the tree.

It wasn't a movie, not a perfect scene, not a pre-arranged moment.
We were simply standing next to each other, looking at the lights, and suddenly he turned closer to me than usual.
I smelled his scarf, the warmth of his breath, and in that second, time stood still.

His hand touched my waist, very gently, as if he were afraid to scare me away.
And then—the kiss.
Warm, quiet, tender.
The kind that lasts only a few seconds, but then warms you all year long.

We've been apart for a long time.
Life sometimes separates people not because they're not right for each other, but because someone wasn't ready yet.

But every December...
I remember that kiss. And I think: maybe this year fate will give me a new one—just as warm, but from a different man.
Maybe from you?