The Autumn Times - Part 2
//See part 1//
...I could never forget you.//
Not even if I tried. For, see, when the springtime comes again each year, and the leaves begin to grow once more, your face is all I see. Your lips as they smile, your eyes as they glisten, your sweet laughter bouncing off the tin rooftop, all of it comes alive for me. You will always exist in me. No matter where I go. And even if you can't be mine and I cannot be yours, when I'm scared or get overwhelmed with life's noise, I'll close my eyes and go to my happy place: The Autumn Times. Because I know that no matter if we're together or apart, if I ever lose myself, that I'll always find you there. That's where home is. Even if it only exists for me.
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