Tristan

Snow falls blanketing the city like a little winter wonderland. A white Christmas, so rare, so beautiful. He turns over to you, his heart in his hands as he brushes the hair from your face. He chuckles “Merry Christmas, babe.” He was wearing his usual Santa’s hat that he wears every Christmas. You bought him that hat the first time you met him. It seems not that long ago and still your relationship is unbreakable. It’s a reminder that he still cares for you and he always will. No matter what. You on the other hand was freezing and your breath coming out in tiny puffs of fog. He takes off his scarf and wraps it around you. A smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t want you to have a cold on the holidays.” He had the kind of smile that always makes you feel safe. A gaze that could make a whole ocean still and the earth fall quiet in wait. And you had a laughter that would never fade. Was it luck to find one another? Or was it fate? Only that you two knew that you were meant to be. Him: Friend, boyfriend, husband anything to you. Kind, caring, loyal. You: As you like