she reminded me of fall, in such a way that made me fall in love with everything about the dreary weather and dropping leaves. she was fall personified, and with that brought me a new light on the season. her charisma seemed to be the only thing keeping us warm, her personality keeping us entertained on rainy days, and your beauty keeping me intrigued.
i still remember things she told me, how i felt when i heard them the first time, even more so the last time. it seemed like a classic love story i'm sure, two opposites meeting and then falling hopelessly in love. some times i wish that were the case. over time our differences that we initially thought were interesting about the other, just weren't anymore. our differences slowly kept us apart in little ways.
our separate uniqueness showed us how we really shouldn't get along at all, and there was no explanation as to why we fell so fast. i slowly started seeing her flaws that i had always brushed off whenever she mentioned them. i started to see how her old lovers viewed her. she wasn't hard to love, she was just so easy to fall for and with that it was almost over before it began.
she opened my eyes to a new love, a new interest, new hobbies. she showed me how i can love, when i had believed i wasn't capable of it. in these ways i am thankful for her, she taught me what i needed to learn at this age; some things are too good to be true, and that this wasn't the case, i needed to love her to learn to love another.
i guess in this way i can remember her, for her fiery passion and her will to always look for an adventure. i don't want to remember the fights, arguments, or disagreements because that's not what she was here to teach me. in our story i'm picking out the good parts and ignoring the bad so i can keep her memory alive, and not paint what we had as a sad sap story.
and i hope that she will remember me the same.
