The cold hits us square in the cheeks as we exit the pub. Tallulah's hair is caught up in the wind and so I take a second to gather it and tuck it under one of her many scarves.

I've never asked her why she wears so many every day. I've gotten used to it. It's just Tallulah. I'm not sure how I'll feel when we finally get to summer, and the scarves go away.

I don't think there's ever a moment that I don't feel compelled to kiss her. But right now, standing in front of her as I ...