It's who he was. This hit it on the nail. Even though it's been years i still can't let him go. Even though he's moved on and let me go with no after thought. But its time and I'm done breaking my own heart.
As the leaves begin to turn and the familiar smell of pumpkin spice fills the air, every college girl starts to plan which “form of lingerie and animal ears” she will wear come October Ah, Autumn, how I’ve miss.