make a bad analogy of powdered snow like icing sugar. insert description of snowflakes as kisses (or good wishes, if you prefer) as you stand outside and let them fall into your hair, onto your skin, into your mouth (a million puckered lips.) include a patient boy who waits while you gaze around. reference e.e. cummings and wonder silently if he was seeing a similar sight when he wrote 'snow carefully everywhere descending'. say something to the boy, include perhaps a light-hearted snow related frivolity. realise (for the first time) that he is not as oblivious to your faults as you had first thought. describe scenery indirectly, through stolen lyrics. 'car passing stereo, i like the beat.' you know that neither of you need this breaking of hearts, but perhaps it can explain your own insatiable addictions. he calls you trouble, just another stupid pet name (but you know you are.) and then a thunderbolt of a kiss as a finale. and here, finally, a watercolo(u)r stain of a conclusion: he will love you, even though you are miserable and selfish.