I love the fall. It’s my favorite season of all. Always has been. I love the way you can see changes happening all around you. The colors are amazing. They make my heart happy. The weather is perfect. “Hoodie weather” I call it. Walks aren’t too hot. Bon fires. Halloween. I love it all.
September 2009. What was I thinking? I knew he was full of shit but I went anyway. The love of fall was all we had in common. We walked for an hour in the rain. Then he sucked me in. Ugh, I regret being so naive every single day of my life.
Yes, I realize my life is series of my own choices. Part of me thinks it’s also punishment for something. Just haven’t figured out what yet.