A Chance to Fall Contest Winner - Summer_SKY_9

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As the leaves start to fall, my thoughts drift to you. Memories of what might have been continually replay in my mind. Wherever you are, I hope you think of me, too.

Each autumn leaf that flutters to the ground carries with it a piece of my heart, tangled in the tendrils of what could have been.

In the golden embrace of the season, I find myself retracing the steps of our beautiful journey. The rustling leaves echo the laughter we once shared and the dreams we dared to dream.

On an autumn evening, as warm and golden as our first meeting, our lives intertwined in a dance of fate.

We were hurried souls, chasing the relentless rhythm of life down a bustling town's sidewalk. My arms, heavy with the weight of my world, cradled a whirlwind of paperwork and responsibility.

And then, it happened. In the midst of all the chaos on a sidewalk that was plain, our worlds collided.

My files, my carefully collected thoughts, they scattered like confetti in the breeze, lifted on the wings of chaos.

Panic began to unfurl in my chest, a storm brewing in my eyes, fingers struggling to gather all of them before they were lost forever.

You knelt beside me, with a train of apologies, helping to collect those errant pages, your hands moving swiftly alongside mine.

Clad in a cosy trench coat paired with an ebony turtleneck I remember, you looked so warm against the chilly evening wind. Together, we gathered my scattered world.

If I say I wasn't mad, that would be a straight lie. You had just shown me a nightmare under bright daylight.

But let me say one truth. I did not believe fate was dramatic.

Till our fingers brushed.

Till the universe shifted and time slowed down.

Till your eyes locked onto mine, and mine onto yours.

The nightmare suddenly became the best dream in my life. A dream that I did not know I could have never dreamt alone. A dream that I did not I know I was desperately waiting to come true.

I saw us in those warm caramel eyes of yours, and I guess you saw the same in my sapphire ones.

The world around us faded into a distant, granting us a suspended moment in a universe of our own.

Amid the bustling city, the cacophony of hurried footsteps, and the distant hum of traffic, we stood there, entranced in each other's gaze.

Our love was a living testament to the beauty of change, and with each passing season, it deepened, enduring strength of a beautiful bond.

Like the first snowfall of winter it bloomed silently between us. Like a stolen glance, a welcoming smile or a prolonged chit-chat.

It happened through the days the world got veiled in a blanket of snowflakes and long starless nights.

We ventured into the snowy wonderland, snowboarding down white-cloaked slopes, our laughter ringing through the crisp air.

The world was our playground, and every moment felt like an adventure. Our footprints, side by side, etched an unspoken promise on the canvas of fate.

On Christmas Eve, in the soft glow of twinkling lights, you presented me with your first gift.

It sparkled like a promise, a token of your affection, adorning my slender finger and blessed with the touch of your lips.

Your words melted my heart, a warm heaven amidst the season's chill. As winter draped the world in its pristine embrace, your confession was nothing short of enchantment.

With the tree adorned in its full splendour, we shared our first kiss beneath its boughs.

The world seemed to hold its breath, and the lights twinkled in delight, as if celebrating our love. It was a moment of pure magic, our souls entwined.

Every moment granted by the bussing life, our bodies would meet like a promise fulfilled.

The soft rustling of velvet, the heat to keep us warm against the chilly breeze caressing our skin; all just set the stage for our passion to unfold.

It was a dance of hands and lips, a choreography of desire. We revelled in the intoxicating sensation of skin on skin.

As the seasons danced on, the world around us began to shed its wintry garb.

Spring arrived like a whisper, painting the landscape in hues of fresh green and vibrant blossoms.

Like a reflection of our sweet bond, growing stronger, and sweeter with each passing day, spring flowers blossomed all around us, untamed and full of life.

We meandered through vibrant gardens, hand in hand, as if we were part of the very essence of life's renewal.

We danced beneath the gentle rain, a playful reminder of how our love had quenched our souls' deepest thirst.

I, an eternal foodie, was continually spoiled by you.

From delightful picnics in the park to sumptuous brunches, you knew the way to my heart. You brought me pastries, the delicate aroma of freshly baked bread, and the allure of exotic dishes.

Every moment, every memory was a brushstroke in a masterpiece painted by our hearts, and spring turned into the most unforgettable season of my life, because of you.

We'd find secluded spots, away from the world's prying eyes, where the only sounds were the whispers of nature.

Underneath the expanse of the starlit heavens, we shared kisses that tasted like the sweetest fruit, each one igniting the fervour between us.

In the heat of time, our love blazed like an ember, igniting our souls with a sweet and passionate flame. The world outside faded away, and it was just you and me, entangled in the intimate dance of our desires.

One beautiful day, I surprised you with a gift, a soft bundle of pure joy. A white, woolly puppy with eyes like gleaming sapphires. You held the adorable creature in your arms, a mixture of astonishment and delight painted your face.

Spring was more than just a season; it was the symphony of our love. Nature was our witness, as every bloom, every bud, mirrored our journey.

The seasons changed. So did our souls. In the best way possible. We embraced the new seasons as if it were the best gift, and, in many ways, it truly was.

With the passage of time, our love deepened and matured like fine wine. Each season brought new layers to the tapestry of our existence as us.

In the sultry embrace of summer, our love burned with a different kind of fire. The days were longer, the nights warmer, and our desire, undeniable.

With a touch as gentle as a breeze, your fingers traced the contours of my skin. Every caress spoke of yearning, each kiss whispered of longing. Our bodies moved to an ancient rhythm, the music of two hearts beating as one.

With each caress and stolen moment, we forged a connection that transcended the physical. Our love was an inferno, burning with a fervour that knew no bounds.

The season was our witnesses, and with every stolen kiss and touch, we created a masterpiece of passion, etching our love story into the pages of time.

Through the seasons, our souls intertwined, growing stronger and more resilient.

Until that one Autumn evening. Until it was no more.

In the symphony of life, I know I'm meant to dance to the tunes of transformation, believing it's for the good.

But the melody doesn't soothe, instead, it feels like a complex test of endurance, pushing me through shifts and metamorphoses.

Our love was a living testament to the beauty of change. Every moment with you felt like a timeless dream, a magical chapter written in the book of our lives.

Each season taught us only one lesson: change is the sole constant.

I'd naively anticipated it to unfurl in the most benevolent hues, but that notion now feels blurred. Jokes on me; change is not always embraced with the open arms of the best.

I wanted to adopt a pumpkin with you. A plump and cheerful one to join the eerie celebration. To dress up like vampires for a night, a cute couple ready to spook the night away.

As the dawning sun painted the morning of your birthday, I wanted my best wishes whispered in your ear.

Alongside a radiant little secret, a secret that you always wanted to hear.

The wish? For a little bump - a hope nestled within the subtle crescent of a future, echoing in the stillness between our hearts.

A cute little witness to our love. A testament of the innocence of those days, the twinkle in your eyes, the warmth of your love, the most cherished memories of us and the sweetness of our first kiss that's etched in my heart.

They speak of change as if it's a blessing in disguise. Like how spring's bloom surrenders to the heat of summer. Like the fall's foliage succumbs to the chill of winter.

Much like our journey from unfamiliar souls to hearts entwined, only to unravel back to separate paths.

I'm still lost in those sparking visions of us snuggled together under a cosy blanket, closer to each other once more.

Through the poignant nostalgia of autumn, and into the hushed embrace of winter, the fragrant air reminds me of cosy evenings when I yearn to be with you.

We may be separated by time and space, but the thread of our memories binds us, and the falling leaves write our unwritten letters.

Now, with the miles that stretch between us, I find solace in the thought that perhaps, on some quiet evening, your mind wanders to me as mine does to you.