I left my heart in the ocean that night and watched it float away in a glass bottle with a note that said I loved you once.

As I sat on the shore watching the rough waves overtake this innocent bottle I remember how you told me I wasn't like most girls.... Quite the common phrase of boys these days.

You'll be the first to notice I said "boys" not "men" because men don't **** with girls. Men deal with women and men treat women right. Boys tend to break girls hearts and then blame them.

Slowing turning in deep ocean waters at this point I am sure the bottle would have something to say about being treated with disrespect.

I'm sure it would tell me that being ignored for months at a time isn't love. That begging for you to talk to me at 3 am isn't love. That sleepless nights waiting for you to tell me you missed me wasn't love.

And I'm sure that bottle would rather lose that note than ever make it to your side of the states. And if it ever did make it over there and chance that you found it, it would break in your hands.

There would be glass stuck in your finger tips as your tried to read the note that once held the words I wished you'd say allowed but instead all you would see is smudged writing and maybe "thanks for nothing" scrawled across the bottom.

But we know that would never happen because, like you and I, that's just stuff stories are made of.

In autumn,
When brown leaves fall,
Our love shines, like a bright harvest sunrise,

When October comes,
And trees turn, brown, orange, red and yellow,
Fields of green and yellow shining under cool blue skies,

Two people holding hands,
Running through fields of corn,

The smell of sweet pumpkins is floating in the breeze.

As cold orange sunsets come, and cool winds begin to blow,
When autumn leaves fall, our love keeps us warm.


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