The rain outside is pounding, fiting for a night like this. Relationships often change, feelings miss the fit. We had some good years, more bad ones it seems. But nothing marked our love like the changing autumn leaves.
Autumn leaves whither and die.
You know that sometimes changing colors often hide the lies. It's hard to see tommorrow from under the trees. But it's even harder walking together, thorugh the changing autumn leaves. I thought that this would be the love to end all loves. Living each day with an angel, from up above.