Chill, Bruh

I love snow and it will forever remind me of the first time I ever saw it fall from the sky. It was so unfamiliar and so beautiful.

I never did like the tropics, I hate sweating. I always loved layering my clothes, showing skin ain't my thing.
I remembered being so happy not being where I was, the Philippines. I always felt alone there and snow makes all of those feelings go away.

I guess people who always had snow won't understand all the feels I get from it but that's fine.

I remember thinking,

"This is where I belong, somewhere cold. I'm finally home".

It's my story.