Fall smells like you. Something about the air. It’s crisp and fresh with the promise of change and new beginnings. I still remember standing at my bus stop. The first time we’d talked in months. The glimmer of lights reflecting on the rain-soaked streets. My tears blurred with them. Heart filled with blind happiness, fear, the feeling of coming home. I was uncertain then. I guess I’ll always be. No amount of pain could have changed that in the end.