I want to spend October with you, because itâs my favorite month and happens during my favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly walk around a forest and with each leaf that falls from the branches above, we fall a little more for each other too. While hand in hand we can crave the smell of warm coffee and cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we could feel the autumn breeze brush against our skin and the goose bumps we get, we wonât be able to tell if itâs from touching each otherâs skin or from the wind being too cool. When we lay in bed youâd have the hardest time moving an inch away from me, because Iâd want to be skin to skin every minute. These lonely summer nights without you make me crave the fall, and crave the season of death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness would die too, and youâd appear by my side. I canât tell if I love the night too dearly, or hate it too passionately. I think Iâd adore it if I got to sleep next to you every evening, and I think that Iâd enjoy the sunset more watching it hit your face than actually seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to spend time with you, I do.
i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)
