your love, warm like the autumn evenings we spend together

four

time passes by, it always does.
somehow it always results in a blur.
the different seasons, they were a mess.
everything ages, everything grows.
people mature, they move a grade up.
the flowers, they bloom, eventually they wither.
we cant stop time from moving. everything around me changes.
somehow my love for you never did.
the same love i always feel for you from september till november
i've always had feelings for you, however only
when september comes around then could i truly express them.
weve grown too. both 15. i dont know what you were doing for the rest of the year.
somehow i only felt the bond between
us in october. it felt conditional sort of?
only in the cold embrace of autumn would i
feel close with you.
my feelings are an endless cycle. autumn i fall in love all over again, and do it again next year. i dont know why i cant express them
anytime other than autumn.
was i in love with you, or was i in love with
the idea of you and i spending autumn together?