It's funny how we've worked out this system. I drop you off to school in the morning, send you on your way with muffins and fruit in your lunch bag, besides your lunch, a warm mug of coffee and red kisses on the cheek. At wee hours of the night, you come to pick me up from the library as we go back home together hand in hand, capturing the essence of the last dying days of the fall and witnessing the beginning of the winter. There is much we talk about at strange hours, strange topics. But I've grown closer through playing these little house games. I feel that I am slowly growing closer and see myself less vulnerable and able to open my doors and bring down my walls. I am more open and I feel a lot less judged. Sentences just kind of flow out so much easier and we delve deeper and deeper of our consciousness and person-hood. Secrets are exchanged and our fingers become interlaced even tighter. Fall has brought you to me even a little bow and a side note.
I am even more grateful to the invention of libraries than I was ever before.
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