The cold makes it hard. It reminds me of everything we worked through last winter. We had one rupture right before Thanksgiving and another right before Christmas. (We had great timing.) Both times I thought I was gonna have to spend the entire holiday crying. (Metaphorically speaking--i don't cry that much so it would actually be impossible to spend the entire holiday crying.) But we managed to fix things before the holiday both times.

The second rupture was significant. I almost quit. But when we made up, it transformed our relationship. I felt secure in the relationship. For the first time, we knew for sure that we cared about each other. Everything was different afterwards. Oh, we still argued, and you still got mad at me. But I knew you cared about me and didn't hate me.

The cold is hard. It makes me miss you more.