meisa's lagoon

where is the romance in two giant marshmallows holding hands and walking through the snow? it's so cold, and each of you is so big that your hands barely reach one another past the fluffy layers of down. and you can't really feel each other's hands thanks to the mittens keeping you warm. hell, you can hardly even maintain a grip with such big mittens.
but the sky is that slightly pink it gets whenever it snows. and the flakes are falling down around you. and after he throws that snowball at your back, the fluffy snow cushions him as you throw him to the ground. and it doesn't matter that now your clothes are all wet with snow, because soon comes the warmth from inside and the hot tea that you'll share under a blanket.
i guess that's where the romance is.