"So you're not excited to go back to school?"  

"No, love. I’m not sure why I should be. We're not going to see each other there."

I took her hand and as we visually connected, I kissed her. Laying back on the grass I hold her into my arms, where I can feel my baby even closer.  

"You have a point. Alright, we should not discuss school. I made pumpkin pie! Mom said it's great."  

I glimpsed while she was looking in her bag for the pie. "What?! For what reason are you laughing?" she inquired. Little did she know, I wasn't laughing about her or the dessert, yet about myself. So idiotic to cherish her so much, to venerate her with everything that is in me. Looking at all the seemingly insignificant details she made or even said, and I see flawlessness. No reason to be sad, yet perish and sing about.  

"I love you so much" I murmured moving my hand through her blonde hair.  

"I FOUND IT" shouts making a scene in the middle of the park.  

We spend a lot of time in Central Park and its grass fields. Living in opposite corners of the city would not be easy. Always running for the busses, never be here on schedule and couldn't remain in excess of a couple of hours. Again and again we keep losing track of time and end up returning home past the point of no return… I wish I could say it gets better with time, however it doesn't.

"Hmm, don't know what to say. I think you neglected to add the pumpkin to the recipe!" I said when she asked me for my opinion.

She hitted me with the newspaper over my shoulder.

Half of the month is already gone, and I can't help but falling in love with those beautiful paintings the Mother Nature has in store for us. Watching the downpour in the late fall days used to be my #1 activity as a kid. Even now I would do it, if by some stroke of good luck I would have the opportunity.

"So, your birthday it's coming up! What plans do you have?" I blushed behind a modest smile. "I don't knooow... I'm not good at this stuff. Guys like me never think about this shit"

"What is that supposed to mean?! Who are ‘those guys’ you're talking about?"

"You know, weird nerds with gorgeous girlfriends" I whispered, followed by a small kiss. "The only thing I know is that I need to go through it with you!" I continued confident.

As she felt embarrassed about my cheesy way of being, she fell squarely into my arms. I placed my hands right on her back, moving them gradually, while her head discovered solace on my chest.

"You always say you love autumn, but I never hear you being eager to do anything but Halloween...What do you have in mind?"

"IDK, perhaps watch some horror movies..."

"Austin!" she gently growled.

"I told you I am bad at this! " I said followed by a few moments of pause. “OK, tell me what are YOUR plans!” She got up, holding herself with one hand upheld by the ground, while the different was set on my chest.  

“I’m going to continue my sewing journey! The other day I decided to make five full harvest time outfits until the end of November. That is my goal.”

"Isn't it obvious? You have an enthusiasm… I don't…"

"Of course you have! You love writing… Tell me what's in this wonderful head. “ And she pointed to my forehead.

"You"

"Baby..."

"I'm being honest. Just you. And that's enough to feel warm"

"But you can't just not a have any plans!"

"I previously said I have no clue!"  

"Come on! Consider something you, or we, can do this season." A couple of moments passed by with me attempting to connect any valid justification for me to take off from the house. It wasn't long until she became inpatient. “Let’s hear it. What’s your autumn goal?"

And the wind moved me. I looked at her as the light collapsed into my vision.