The autumn season somehow embraced me with an idea of writing something that has to do with falling --both falling in and out of love.
Do you remember last fall?
We were sitting at the park, side by side, eye to eye and lips to lips as the autumn leaves begin to fall, covering the greenery in a brown hue. And it wasn't just the leaves, I started to fall too --I was falling over you with those brown eyes that whispered hope and lips that tasted passion.
Autumn has come again and this time, you finally fall --you fall out of love with me.
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