It's winter, and it's time to go for a walk. The narrator is bummed that he's not in love with anyone yet. He's afraid that if he does, it'll be because of the cold weather, not because of his love for the man he loves. He wants to warm her up, but he can't find the right place to do so. He kisses her, but she's too hot for him to kiss her, so he kisses her coldly. He almost kisses her again, but then he realizes that he can only kiss her with the momentum of his body, not with the warmth of his heart. He feels like he has "proper control over himself" , and that's why he kissed her so hard in the first place. But now, he says, everything he hates about her is melting away into "sweet numbness" . He wishes that he could go out and have a nice walk with her instead of worrying about his feelings for her. He wonders if he should wait for the right moment to propose to her.