If you were here...
Would you hug me to you,
Seeing me shivering?
(It's so cold here.)
Would you kiss my nose,
Seeing it red from the frosty air?
(Possibly making it redder, if I blushed)
Would you smile at my mock-frostbite,
Seeing me jump around like a lunatic?
(You know I'm someone else normally)

Would you?
I wonder...
And yet, I don't.

Because I already know.