Have you ever fallen in the fall?
Isn't there just something inherently romantic about the rustling leaves flirting loudly overhead or crispy crunching under the bicycle he rides as you stand on the back-tire pegs and lean against his back as dollops of yellow and orange and crimson cascade?
Carving pumpkins, squishing the goopy seedy pulpy crackly guts through your fingers and giggling at the grossness.
Or holding hands to keep warm outdoors...
...body heat between cold sheets...
Looking back, is there a season during which you usually become smitten with a new significant other? What about the season makes it (even more) special?
Please share your stories!
1 comment:
I wish I'd read this post before the snow started to fall. I want to take my man out to the leaves and wrestle!
I fall in love every night when I come home to my family (my husband). Especially once it gets chilly out because there is much more cuddling to be done.
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