Two former people who are best friends have the benefit of the doubt that their longing feelings might belong to the same person. One peculiar being is set to one of them or so that's what she thought.
As should be said one's mind has set and one's heart it another. I believe that the mind and heart are two beings in one deciding who gets who or what gets done. As the time ticks and the leaves fall from the former present to the past, the same sound lies within the sensual white snow. As eyes meet the souls are being read by the mind while the heart belittles every moment passing by.