There wasn't a point.
Now it's winter. Bitter cold and snowing. There's more warmth now in my life then in all my years before.
Something changed my soul. Turned it to a shiny blue color. Warmed me up in my frozen world.
Like fire.
This warms me.
I'm afraid to want through the inferno.
Drawn like a moth to the flame.
This.
What warms me.
Inexplicable. Rare.
I must have this, It pulls me it.
The need for it.
Unimaginably real and starkly gripping.
The gallantry, a must.
Where this came from?
I haven't the want to ask
Something unlike all others.
Forged of loss and need.
A real woman.
