"this is my favorite." she said, her hand pointing at yellow spinning leaves. we were walking in a park on the first cool day of the fall, finding reasons to stay together, trying to forget all the awfull reasons we would never last. "i cant wait till the leaves fall and i get to break out my winter clothes," she said. she held my hand and we were cooling off with the summer fitting back into each others cracked shells. finding something new in each other. "every time we have broken up before winter came." "this is nice, baby." she said. come look, come look. this is my favorite.Birth sign: Taurus
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