I'd like to find you out there waiting for me.

Things will never ever be the same as they once were. This is not a new revelation to me or anything, just something I feel I need to constantly keep reminding myself of over and over and over to avoid dissapointment and heartache.

The summer is over and the cold air now swirles through my hair and makes my skin tingle. It took a while for the seasons to change but they finally have. The winter looks most promising.