He titled his head upwards and looked at the cold, grey sky. Many more white fluffy snowflakes were falling down onto the dead earth. He tried to count all the snowflakes. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six ... ... ...

But he knew that no matter how many snowflakes he could observe, it would never exceed the number of times that he thought about her; the number of times he would just spend hours thinking about her.


-This was just something i was thinking about as i was trying to sleep...
I know its not well described, but I just had to write this down somewhere.