whenever i find a quiet place to think about the past, my mind goes to the memories when I first met you.
it was a warm autumn day, I distinctly remember your house being covered in a layer of red, orange and some yellow here and there. the sight was beautiful, but you were even more beautiful.
running across your backyard, leaves crunching under our feet. you'd always helped me whenever I tripped over a log that was covered in dead leaves. you'd take me inside and see if I scraped my knee. you'd clean up my wound and bandage it. and you'd even give it a peck. 'it will heal faster if you give it some love' was the nonsense you'd always say.
