Love will find you when you least expect it to; it will find it in an unusual moment on a strange day!

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.

I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.

We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!

Love will find you when you least expect it to. It will come unannounced and find you in an unusual moment on the strangest of days!