I'm a winter-lover lady. A lady who does not live... does not read... does not breathe except in winter. I'm fascinated by the legislative storms... to the extent of madness! In the morning, coffee is my companion when I breathe you in it when I get invaded by the black rubble-aggregate, and it rains heavily with pain and longing for you. You are the one I'm meant to be with and you are meant to be with me. Tell me how do I live when I miss you? When my longing trembles and it rains heavily, only you can rescue me...