seasons of love

November 13, 2009 acb0007

My favorite season is fall… Particularly, the latter part, right before winter actually begins. This time of the year holds so many of my dearest memories. Memories of long sweet conversations on the porch swing in his black and gold letterman’s jacket. The brisk November night-time air stealing our heat, forcing us to pull closer to each other just to keep warm. Those were the days! It was so easy to trust then. Sometimes it helps just to think back to these “autumn memories”, the time before heartache and tears. When I allow myself to go back to the moment that I knew I loved him, I truly can believe that the “end” was worth it, because I experienced the beginning. However, these memories are only “real” admist the changing leaves as they dive to the ground through the chilled crisp wind.