Jane Doe shouldn't be allowed to feel like this. She wasn't supposed to fall in love or anything. Nope. That was not the plan. But maybe she did. Or maybe not. She has no idea. All she knows is how fragile the snowflakes seem to be and how beautiful the sky is.
She wants to fly away with the snow. But in the same time, she wants to stay still. Waiting for...for what? For love to finally hit her? For memories to tear her apart? For the destiny to be written for her? She doesn't know what to do, so she will just go with the flow.
But the flow...Oh, it's dangerous! Beautiful, but dangerous, dangerous thing. What if nothing is going to happen? What if everything is going to happen? Equally terrifying thoughts, equally magnificent wishes.
She was never afraid to take some chances. But now, too much seems to be in the game.
Jane Doe is watching the snowflakes slowly settling. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow... It seems to be such a simple thing to do! But how can you stay away and just let things happen?
Jane Doe is insecure, but paradoxically she is sure of herself. She's going to let it snow.
