Imagine me coming home, completely shivering, with icy fingers? And you simply silently take my hands in yours and begin to breathe on them. It's a moment of true magic. You don't just warm me; you create a tiny, cozy world around us, where there's no room for wind or adversity.
On these nights, we wrap ourselves in the same blanket, although it seems the warmth comes not from the wool, but from your body pressed against my back. I feel the beating of your heart, and it sounds like the coziest lullaby. With you, even the most severe frost becomes just a reason to hug me tighter.
Thank you for keeping me warm. Not just physically, but inside. You are my favorite source of warmth, my sun in the cold. Even if it's -20 outside, I always feel plus infinity inside because you're near. Falling asleep on your shoulder, I know this night will be warm.