One winter day One winter day. It was raining and she was at home. Her company, her mind. Her skin covered by only one blanket. It was not cold but she needed to feel sheltered. She missed feel him. She missed him. Friday had become Sundays, with nothing else to do. Sitting, half lying on the couch, watching the drops fall through the glass of her window. As she felt, falling helplessly. The crossed out dramatically. She knew deep down that they were right. Since childhood he had been. Of a grain of sand make mountains, that was her philosophy of life. Without it I want it as well. But that day decided to take action on the matter. Simply, it's over. Because in the end all goes well, and it goes well is that it is still not the end. And is that the time was yet to come. It had to be patient, wait ...