One day she will come for you. She will seem like a bright beam of energy reaching her hand out. You’ll never see her eyes, but you will always feel her touch. Like the early snow in the end of fall, the brisk cold she brings along can wrap you in a chilling pleasure, the hairs on your arms standing up the fresh, cold air.
Quer dizer que vou te ver de novo esse ano? OBA!!!! (é que a saudade aqui anda muita).
Beijos.