It's the longest and coldest winter I've ever experienced.

I wish things could gonna right when the Spring comes, but when it will be? For I feel my heart frozen like the gaint's garden now.

For the future is vague, all the hints are uncertain whisper, and a lot of pains suffered and to suffer, I'm surprised that I can still keep smile, though I feel really down the moment I open my eyes every morning .

Too long this winter is, and I will remember these cold and groomy days when spring comes.

Besides there are other affairs to be sore with, but I will blame nobody except myself,  I chose to ignore the truth, but I knew I will face it sooner or later. It's the way I chose, so I'm not regretful to see the end, just a little sad. I hope each of them could have a happy ending.

It was during that time that he knew he had to make a decision. He could become like a great many other men in Hollywood, successful producers, writers, directors, actors, who preyed on beautiful women with lustful hatred. He could use power and monetary favors grudgingly, always alert for treason, always believing that women would betray and desert him, adversaries to be bested. Or he could refuse to hate women and continue to believe in them.

He knew he could not afford not to love them, that something of his spirit would die if he did not continue to love women no matter how treacherous and unfaithful they were. It didn't matter that the women he loved most in the world were secretly glad to see him crushed, humiliated, by a wayward fortune; it did not matter that in the most awful way, not sexually, they had been unfaithful to him. He had no choice. He had to accept them. And so he made love to all of them, gave them presents, hid the hurt their enjoyment of his misfortunes gave him. He forgave them knowing he was being paid back for having lived in the utmost freedom from women and in the fullest flush of their favor. But now he never felt guilty about being untrue to them. He never felt guilty about how he treated Ginny, insisting on remaining the sole father of his children, yet never even considering remarrying her, and letting her know that too. That was one thing he had salvaged out of his fall from the top. He had grown a thick skin about the hurts he gave women.