Too late_.I waited too long that the autumn leaveschanged into all the colours they possiblycould and cluttered the streets.The bitter crackling noises quietly mocked me as I walked over theleaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.Winter's blizzards were no matchfor the frostbite that punctured mywasted heart.Dare I say, without your lovemy heart felt colder than snow. Eventhe snowman was better off and hehad no soul. As bright and arduous as the summer sun,its heat waves cannot melt away the feelings I had grown towards you. In a battered, old box, I hadstored the countless handwritten lettersthat I had never