where do i Stop where do i Begin

There were fat flakes falling outside
that made me think about you.
I remember how they sat on your
crown and defied melting.
You brought them to me and shook
them at my feet
You told me about the beautiful day
and moment that I missed and I was doubtful.
But now that I see these fat flakes falling,
I realize, with certainty,
That the day was beautiful and the moment
was right, only because I spent it with you.
Wet hair, wet glasses, waiting on me to say:
Do you wanna get out of here?