I’ve been thinking about you. Your smile was the most crooked, but most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “I have never loved asymmetrically,” I said. I’m trying to break this monotonous routine where I wake up wondering if you will ever come back. I can’t wait to feel autumn crawl through my bones, wondering if you feel as I do. If you yearn for new beginnings like the creaking floorboards back where everything once felt like home. I want to fall asleep tonight covered beneath the weight of all this wretchedness that has been so firmly fixed in my being all season long. I can hardly wait to feel the raw, bitter wind slap me in the face to remind me to keep this silence, to keep to myself, to start doing things for myself, and to let the silence of unspoken words reach the anxious hands of those that I have promised forever ago. With sleep still heavy in my eyes, I hope not to fall asleep as I had all summer long. Here’s to new beginnings. Here’s to you. Here’s to me. Here’s to you and I, autumn.