Yourself

Where did you come from? When you just appeared quietly, and they mistook you for something else? That's when you were a fleck of silver snow. Falling without a clue, unaware of where you might end up.
And white you were and white you will stay.
Directionless and quite easily distracted, you fell from a familiar place. That's when you landed, soft and cold, somewhere on his skin.
You let yourself drip. Melting around his heat, you lost yourself somewhere in the need to hold on.

Then time passed by, as time always does.

Now you know that sometimes snowflakes turn into shooting stars, and once in a while a star may transform into a supernova. And love, it will lead you that way. Lead you into his arms, lead you into the beginning of the rest of your life.

The heavens, they smile upon you.