Cold

I am a funny spring day. The kind where you look out the window, and it looks so warm and pleasant that you walk out in a t-shirt and expect to be greeted kindly. The kind where when you step out the door, and stop mid-stride from the shock of the bitter chill to the air. In short, I'm a cold person with a knack for looking warm. But there's a reason that I've grown to be this way. Warm people stay to cry. Cold people walk away and move on. So in the end of this bitterness, as much as it's lonely sometimes, I not only want it but feel like I deserve it. So it's okay.