If I listen to the sky it tells me that sometimes we fall in love the way the leaves change in autumn.
A gradual shift in color, then a drop, all at once, blanketing our black and white hearts in vivid hues of orange, yellow and red, until suddenly, the world feels completely different than we remember it. Everything in us becomes light enough that we are stirred by the faintest breeze as it passes,

And I love you, I have decided,
the way the leaves change in fall,
the way the trees shed shamelessly,
branches exposed, feelings dropped at their feet like rain