Just as the weather was becoming warmer outside, I feel something shift in the dynamic between the two of us. It was indescribable, and I hadn't been able to put my finger on it. Would I be where I was now, if I had realized what was going on sooner?

It was almost as if the fire we had was not being fed enough fuel to survive - that it was slowly burning out as a result.

The only frosty weather was affecting our relationship, chipping away at all we had built, and at the time, I couldn't see a thing with the sight of frost in front of my eyes. Its slight coldness was freezing us in motion, and cooling down the fire we had spent so much time building.

It was almost as though the warmer weather was making us weaker, because we didn't need each other's warmth as much.

Not that the frosty air she was providing made the air any warmer for me.

If anything, it made the returning warmth in the air barely present at all.