Broken

His breath was warm on my neck on that wintery afternoon. His arms were strong when they wrapped around my waist as the snow made a heavy blanket on the earth. His lips were light when he pressed them to mine. His hand was soft on the small of my back. His tongue was hot when he parted our lips. His face was full of regret when he pulled away. His eyes spilled tears when he looked into mine. His response was brutal when i asked him why. His head was hung when he walked away. My heart was broken when he never called again.