Baby Its cold outside.

"The best thing about a picture is that it never changes,even when the people in it do" Its a saturday night,and Im so tired.I have spent the whoooole evening walking around Madrid,with my best friend. Sometimes we talked about you,then we had a Frapuccino,Then we talked again. When I arrived home,your picture randomly popped out on my home page,and couldnt help wondering if u had changed,and If so woluld I ever know that? I want to hear your warm voice again,laugh with your stupid stories that you tell with your not-sexy accent,I want you to say "Nice" As only you say it,I want your warm hands in mines,because now they are freezing. So I keep moving my fingers fast,down onto the keybord ,and I write about the only thing that I know. Because my hands are cold,but yours are not here to make them warm.