I saw a frozen dewdrop on a thorn of a cactus.
"Are you here?", I asked.
"Yes sugar", whispered Winter.
I live in a hot city. Snowy hills, white roads and frozen lakes aren't here.
I never glided, I never skated.
But still I love Winter. I found a silent grace in Winter's footsteps.
I love it when I'm alone at my balcony at a wintry dawn with my hands under the warm wrapper around me and the city sleeps.
Or the nights with frozen stars and cold lonelyness.
I love every bit of it.
Winter makes me feel like a lone teardrop. There's something so romantic about it.
Yet, I don't long for you in my cold nights. I want to be hurt, more hurt and alone.
A love for pain winter brings in me.
I don't know why and how.
But somehow when I shiver in the night seeing a bad dream, I want you to be with me.
P.s.- I love you.
~ Yours Pixie
