Development of Human Behavior

Throw a snowball. Never. Maybe I would throw a kiss in the wind, but a snowball? Never. It all happened when I saw them standing there. Feet dancing on the icy floor of a pond. They were playing like young children, the world around having long fallen away. It didn't matter. I didn't matter. I remembered how I once mattered to her. She use to sing to me in a voice like winter's ice crystals. Now she doesn't even know my name. So I couldn't help it. I packed the cold snow in my hands, the disgust at where we are now-- me nameless in the snowdrift. Tighter and tighter I packed it. I threw at them, my ball of rage. It landed a few feet away oblivious to anything I felt. I knew then I was to suffer this heartbreak alone. How did I ever become like this? Who am I?