Hello there Mr Spring. Can you hear me? Well I don’t think you can.

If you happen to read this message, please stop by my place as quickly as you can. Winter has become just sad these days: not the same season I felt in love with anyways. And I miss you. Trees are still naked like kids on the beach and I don’t like kids.

And I miss loving when it rains and when it feels like sky is bleeding romance.

In short, I’m losing my bloody piece of mind because of this anti-season.