Days Like This Remind Me of You

As the heat of summer fades away to the coolness of fall, my excitement continues to grow for the season approaching. I love fall. J'adore l'automne. There's a little French for you. From the colors to the way the cold air smells, I just can't get enough. It is absolutely beautiful.

Most good memories I have were made in the fall. It's the season with the best holidays, football games, homecoming dances, ect. Oh! And bonfires. How could I forget?

He came to me in the spring,
But he left me in the fall.
With him
Pieces of my soul went.

Now when I smell subway in my sister's car or listen to Weezer, even feeling the cool breeze against my skin, I can't help but think of him. That fall hurt the worst, pun most definitely intended. I came away from it more bruised and scarred than any I can remember. I hope to forget it eventually, but it is very much a part of who I am, as if I carry him around like a weight in pocket, a constant memory of what was lost, and almost lost. You know it's bad when you nearly lose yourself for another. It was bad, bad bad. Please help me forget, or accept, the past and move on. Help me Autumn.