They say the best kind of love is the one that makes your heart skip a beat, the one that takes your breath away. A moment with them feels like sweet eternity, melting you in some ways you can never imagine. Is love supposed to be like that? Or is it the way it comes to you gradually, the one you never expect of? Like a feather, touching your soul. Step by step. A little by little. Stirring you in all ways possible. You can only save one and let go of the other. Is it the one you met on winter? Melting. Electrifying. Unpredictable. Or the one you met on spring? Gentle. Warm. Home.