Due to"What's-His-Name"

I knew that sense. It ran and hid far into the crowd, getting smothered by the famous thoughts in my head that always make the front page of my mind. This one was whispering to me. Finally, I know what it was saying. It’s amazing how a picture can bring all those feelings, senses, and emotions back in an instant. I can hear the memory screaming now. It reminded me of the brisk, cool air of fall and how it surrounded me along with his close embrace, guarding me from the violent breeze. This feeling, which only lasted one, insignificant weekend, keeps playing over in my thoughts. Maybe that carelessness of being so open is haunting me, although I was cautiously careless. I let it happen because I was completely aware it would end instantaneously. I should stop being so scared, stop planning when I can let go. It felt like bliss being overtaken by happiness and a bittersweet touch. Why wouldn't I want that. My subconscience stops me. Being wanted brings me back to that temporary feeling of contentment I always chase that lets me down. Yes, I did come to find out it wasn’t genuine, but how I felt at that time is what plays over and over again. Instead of being scared of the outcome, I need to be excited for the everlasting feeling. In this case, the everlasting feeling of the cool breeze leaves me with so much pleasure. Maybe this is where my infatuation with fall comes from. It brings me to love. Who it is, doesn’t matter. Love is a feeling, and that is all that remains. What is his name, I don’t know, but I do know whoever he is made me love autumn!