My love, I’ve met you in Autumn, and we lived our love mainly in Winter. Now we begin to feel the warmth of Spring here in Portugal, and Summer will come soon, but I will never know what it feels like to hold you on warm days, with light clothes, and walk hand in hand with you without feeling cold. Every day I find a new way of missing you. And I’m sure there are so many ways of missing I haven’t experienced yet that sometimes the future scares me. I love you Lea, so much...