He was winter. He had the chilling looks that could pierce right through you. Had a voice as smooth as ice. And he was something you’d wish for, just like snow.

And I was fall. I had topics that could change faster than the colors. I could get excited like a puppy playing in the leaves. And I was ready for winter.

But winter froze fall and made it easier to break. And fall froze, and fall broke. And winter carries on.