This time of year will always remind me
of you.
Of sweaters
and falling leaves.
Of cinnamon
and starry skies.
Of late night phone calls
and drawn out car rides.
But mostly,
of you.
~lt
This time of year will always remind me
of you.
Of sweaters
and falling leaves.
Of cinnamon
and starry skies.
Of late night phone calls
and drawn out car rides.
But mostly,
of you.
~lt
