since the day your love’s shoulder turned cold. You were standing in the kitchen the first time you noticed the temperature dropping. A storm front rolled across her face. Ice forming in her once-warm tone. You had no idea what was happening. It was a season you had never seen. Everything before then—summer. Years of her grabbing your hand and pulling you toward a teal August sea. Looking back, you think if you’d had just one week of autumn, if you’d seen even a single leaf turn from green to red, you might have been prepared. Might have even thought it natural. Everything you know about
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