Snow Diary: I lie beside him at night enjoying his warmth . We seem to fit together so well and yet I am almost always drawn to the other bed,the bed holding Rain. I seem to gravitate toward it, slowly as Wind falls asleep. Sometimes I too fall asleep and yet...it still calls. I awaken to my whispered name and I go to him.

How can I do this to my wonderful men? They know me and I have never hidden my passion for both of them.

How am I able to live like this? How could I not,when I am consumed with a passion for each of them? That passion is so deep and true that if we could not release it , it would burst forth and consume me. If taken away I would slowly die!