In every piece of me there is a part of you. 

Haute Couture

It's still kind of warm but the seasons are changing. She knew that the summer's been gone. And there she was. In between.

In the midst of winter her heart started beating. For him. For her. For them.

Winter didn't change a thing. Steady and lovely as ever. June 1987.


Holding back her love. Floating high above them all.

She knew. But she loved him anyway. She would always love him.

Miles away your love just died. I still reach for you in the dark.