Falling Like Leaves

He shakes his head and fixes his eyes on me again. "Look, all I know is I'm not going to spend the rest of my life doing something I'm not passionate about. Not when doing something I love is an option. Nothing is guaranteed in any career, so I might as well be chasing my dreams.

Look, all I know is I'm not going to spend the rest of my life doing something I'm not passionate about. Not when doing something I love is an option. Nothing is guaranteed in any career, so I might as well be chasing my dreams.

I know it's too early for the L-word, and yet it's there, bursting from the seams, begging to be spoken. And as Cooper kisses me good night at the door, I bury the word in the depths of my stomach with the kaleidoscope of butterflies he gives me.

Why is that thing the size of a taxi?" I laugh and bend down to pet my favorite oversized cat. "He's a Maine coon.

the chilly breeze on my skin, the crunchy leaves beneath my boots, the smell of cinnamon and apple, the sound of laughter—

But the runner-up in a two-person competition is in fact a loser. I didn't write the dictionary.