a cobblestone path. the leaves are crunching as i step on them, broken pieces of red and orange cover the ground. it's coffee weather. pumpkin spice latte weather. lonely weather.
and where are you? my boots are destroying the leaves and i, in my red coat, am not with you. why? is this not your favorite weather? perfect for coffee dates and long days in bed and nothing but blankets and rain. and it starts to rain. it starts to rain and you are not with me. and it is then that i know i have messed up. your place is here, in the rain, with me, you are out of place.
but the rain continues to fall, the wind continues to blow over this cobblestone path, and i continue to walk, crushing leaves as i go. could i keep walking without you here? could i stay in the rain and these leaves alone? how long would it take for me to turn back and run to you? how long would it take for you to run to me?
