You’re with her. She’s wearing an oversized sweater with her hair in a mess, but the type of mess that still somehow manages to look perfect. She’s sipping a cup of hot chocolate, cupping her hands around the mug and holding it close to her face to feel the warmth. She laughs when her glasses steam up. You look out the window of your shared apartment and see snow falling on the ledge. It’s almost Christmas, the first one you’ll spend with her, and it couldn’t be better.