the night turns cold, dark and lonely. and she is sitting by the bed thinking... 23 winters have gone by and more to come. will it still get lonely in december? will the frost kill her? and then she hears the river flow. a strong gush of winds giving impetus to the river. with each passing hour, it gets louder and louder. there were no dams...just dark velvet river with a life of its own, hurrying to get somewhere, to somebody... another hour gone by and she realized that on a cold dark lonely night all she had to herself were her thoughts...and then there was the moon...she was lonely no more....

perfect existence ruined by thoughts about you. why can't i get you out of my head? it isn't so hard to do...and yet it isn't so easy to not think about you.