The little things: December in Chicago.

I stepped out of Charles' house last night around midnight. As he was locking the front door, I looked out into the street covered in white with a subzero breeze in the air. Most people freak, shudder, complain. I smiled. It was a "awww" moment.

That subzero feeling on a dimly lit street on the south side of Chicago brought me back to all of our memories as teenagers. The night time was the only time I got to see Charles as we both snuck out of our houses to see each other. I remember the Titanic-like foggy car windows, the crisp of snow beneath our feet, the burst of warm air coming from the car vents.

I remember him going in the alleyway to piss in the snow, the trip to Dominick's at 2 in the morning, the blanket we kept in the backseat of his car, the words exchanged through our vaporized breath.

Our teenage love affair. Last night, in the midst of snowy winter in December in the city of Chicago, I was reminded what love feels like.