Mrs. Winter and Mr. Summer

25. Rain

Maybe it will rain tomorrow. Will, it always fall, I really wouldn't know to tell you. Try not to hide your head under an umbrella when it falls. Enjoy every touch of emotions. One day you will run out of them, just like me. So I don't approach I don't like touching, at least not other people's, they seem too greedy, greedy. I loved your touch once. I will love it tomorrow. And every day and month after that and even for years I will that I love him. Although I haven't touched you in months. You still touch my soul, but it's as if every touch hurts more and more every day. I think I can build empires out of my grief. A place where all sad people would go. I don't know where is home, I don't think I have it, I turned people into my homes, that's why I ended up like this. Will the rain stop? It's been raining for years. No rain has ever been colder. I have a feeling that instead of blood I have ice inside. can you imagine it, the ice flowing? I feel that coldness in every millimeter of my body. As before to live? Maybe if I rub myself hard with my hands, this will all pass. Maybe.