Magical Fall

Autumn.

Autumn did to her what nothing else could. She loved how the leaves would shyly change color from bright green to pale yellow to orange to brown, when they'd finally fall off to hit the hard ground. Walking on a path covered with crisp leaves and hearing the sound of them slowly crush to pieces would give her a funny feeling of happy -guilt. It was the only season when the number of leaves beneath her would be more than those above. Everything would be pleasant and colorful. It would remind her of the time when she was little and would care-freely dance, throwing leaves around, and jump into the humongous piles of cusiony red-yellow as though they were her personal little beanbags. Chasing butterflies until the sun would set and the sky would turn a beautiful purple. Autumn was her season, her season of happiness.

And then he came her way. He'd give her a feeling of warmth and comfort. He'd make her happier than she ever thought she could be. She had thought she had no emptiness in her heart to fill, but she now felt it when he wasn't around. She realized he was what her life had been missing. He completed her. She could now feel the autumn butterflies floating around in her stomach. And even though he had entered her life in winter, he became her new autumn.