Mixtape

It was the start of a new semester, a new beginning. The fall in Seattle was beloved to every citizen in Seattle, but much to overrated for me. Sure it was beautiful, but there were many more beautiful things in this world. Like the look on his face when he was listening to his favorite band, the sound of his voice when he sang along, and the smell of his shirt as he held me close. Nothing could compare to these memories that I had of him.
Not even the fall in Seattle.