MayMetMo 2020 #21: Snow for Idolize

He had loved her from afar from the first gaze, but never dared approach.  When their first year had come to an end, he had only spoken a handful of words to her, fearful of breaking the connection he’d built up in his mind.  Under the heat of summer, he fanned the flames of his obsession, creating scenarios and mock conversations, speaking to her as if she existed in his mind for him alone.  Incubating his desire until fall when he would put forth the masterstroke and everything would land as it was meant to, he was certain.  But like the first chill of Autumn, he froze when he saw her speaking with her friends or brushing the hair over her ear when she was with others and paid him no mind.   His mind could not reconcile his imagination from reality, insanity began to creep into his mind taking hold like a choking vine.   His answers came in the snow, a clean white canvass enveloped the land, and painted everything the same shade of white.   Compacting and collecting the snow, he studied and created, fashioned and invented, a perfect simulacrum.   She was everything the real girl had been, made from the very snow and ice that surrounded his home, and his heart.  She walked and spoke only for him, danced with the light that moved through her, ice sculpture form.   She was the perfect creation, formed of ice and snow, and designed to be his.   Winter passed in bliss for the man and his creation.   But when spring came, it became time to set aside idolatry, a hard lesson when the one you love is melting on the sidewalk.