I'll start thinking about you more often. I imagine. I had no need when I was in my teens and by myself.

[she smirks slightly, and licks over her lips unable to imagine not thinking about him on a regular basis now that she's met him, and that he's been a presence in her life.

There's a shake to her head and a little flinch of her shoulder as her mind flashes back to a memory somewhere and then back again.]

Our weather is only part of what makes us strong, but I'm not sure what can make us so bitter at times. What turns a heart into something so cold and mechanical. Maybe it's because someone long ago started training young minds to enjoy such things, and we only got more creative from there. The human mind has a capacity for wonderful things, and terrible dark things as well. Creativity in both areas flourish everywhere.