don't read this

today the wind blew harder than usual.
the leaves fell off the trees and gracefully landed on the ground.
a few landed in my hair as well.
"i like the look of the houses in the fall" she said.
they're so dull, so aged, so broken down.. yet so fucking beautiful.
just like your face.
have i ever told you that? no. i really havent.
but you can read this and wonder if its for you, or for another dearly beloved.
or if i actually ment that your face is so aged, dull and broken down.
i will leave that for you to guess at.