“Make snow angels with me, even if it's cold. Even if your fingertips are red and my cheeks are flush and both of us are trembling. Lie in the grass and tell me your secrets. I want to know about the first time you loved someone. Did they kiss your scars or cause them?Tell me pointless things that aren't really pointless, like how your favourite song is supposed to be happy but makes you sad. I want to know why you started drinking coffee, and about the last time you laughed properly, the real throw-your-head-back kind. Tell me about the people you loved who didn't love you back.Did it make you bitter?Does it still hurt?I have learnt that the night does something to people. It makes them honest. So I'll watch you close your eyes and unravel and fall. And I'll listen to your stories as they wrap me up. You feel like a safety net, like warmth in the snow.
So tell me all the truth that's too hard for you to hold.