Fall is the prettiest season ever, and I'm not sure why I think that. It's not the leaves I find beautiful about fall, or even the decorations that are put up. It's the feeling you get when fall comes. It's cold weather and replaying memories. You wear scarves and hats to bundle up your head, to bundle the mind that carries so many secrets. You wear boots to finally protect the next heart you walk on, trying to walk on it gracefully but even sometimes still managing to trip over your own two feet because of the wind that carries you to wonders you've never had. You say things that were left unsaid before and you feel the most alone you ever have, but it's beautiful, and it's one of the best feelings out there even though the bed spot next to you is still cold.
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