You look at me with a single tear streams down your face. I cup your face with both my hands and draw you close, forehead to forehead, our hot breath come out as mist and dissipates as the cold winter air blows it away. 

"I can't be your girlfriend, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you."

Then I press my lips against yours, swallowing the strangled sob that you let out, hoping that I could take away the pain that you felt, hoping that this one last kiss could drown out all you sorrow. And I pray that you will get better day by day and bloom again like the beautiful flower that you are.