October Passed Me By
We fell in love in October, that’s why, I love fall.
22:37. October 28, 2024. It’s almost over. October, the month of new beginnings. A moment of human connection. Or something. October, the month people fall in love.
And yet here I am, alone, thinking about you. I don’t think I’ve even talked to you this month. I’m sorry.
It’s a month. Time is a social construct. Why do I value October so much? I don’t know.
But I do. And I regret not at least attempting to connect. Cause it’s all I’ve been thinking about.
I like you.
October passed me by. I’m sorry.