This fall, I’m letting go of the summer waves and the summer flings and everything that didn’t last.
We breathe in nights that smell like burning firewood and chase days when the sun hangs high. Apple orchards and pumpkin patches bustle with crowds. Autumn sweets and spices play on our tongues.
I fell in love with the fall, and with him, all at once. And I knew right then and there that I was never going to fall back down.
I loved you through winter – when everything was dead and cold,
An unfolding love story narrated in the form of the four seasons.
We were so eager we burned our tongues on love that smelled like lilacs or lavender, I can never remember which.
People who love summer are unshakeable, bold, confident, and unafraid in your relationships.
Why the other 11 months simply can’t compete.
But you promised me the world on a grey day in September.
Beach bods are cool and all, but everyone loves to just put on a big sweater and indulge in their favorite foods without worrying about if they’ll look bloated in a bikini.