For the Winter Romance Contest here: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic56377.html
Winter used to be a time for cuddling with her. It used to be everything to me. Many times I’d wrap my arms around her, bend down and smell her straightened curls or laugh when she stood soaked from the wet snow in my doorway. But she’s gone now, as if the winter wind has wiped all traces of her chocolate eyes from my gaze. I feel empty and hollow.
I miss a lot of things. Those cold winter days when we both trampled into my house, shedding clothes as if it were a race to see how fast we could undress before the cold froze our chilled bodies to the core. We’d wrap ourselves together in a pile of blankets and sing Christmas songs with one another. Those are joyous memories- one’s that hid what she was really going through- all the things I didn’t see.
I wish I’d known what she was going through, all those torturous days she put on that brave face. She’d trudged through the snow for hours, just to see me. I’d seen it before but she was there, right in front of me and I never saw a thing. All the lies barely locked away in her had finally broken free but at the cost of her life- her life with me.
This was great. You captured me from the very first sentence. I may be the only one, but this definitely was a tear jerker. 
Which is always a good thing.
