I thought that my world is perfect with thousands shades of pink covering my entire living during one year with her. But I gues I was wrong. So wrong.  

Yesterday night, when snow was falling the first time this year, my world again crush. Maybe the god sends me the sign that something is going to be burry in the snow, to wait the spring and to awake when time is going to bloom? Or it was just the sign that whinter is comming and that all time run out.