"It all changes."
"Not the important things."
"It's all important," I said, "to me."
She leaned against me, and I tensed myself against her. She sighed and said, "It's still me here, you know." After a moment, I relaxed, and she rested her head on my shoulder. After a minute, I put my arm around her shoulder and held her close.
"I do love you, you know," she said finally.
"I know," I said. "Let's watch the snow a while."
Outside the glass, winter continued to reign, while inside, a gap which had opened closed just a small, important bit.