Fall 2015
I remember the most beautiful fall day I shared with him. We were meeting friends at a restaurant in Brooklyn Heights, and the walk was life-changing. The sky was clear and perfect, the leaves burned orange as it twisted through the air like confetti. We held hands on the way there. He told me stories, and I told him jokes, and we both laughed with each other. When holding hands wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arm around me, and drew me closer, as if he was intoxicated by it all. I couldn’t stop smiling at his stupid grin, the one that extended beyond his face. And I leaned into it.
