Kiki Soare

This is a prologue from a story, so if it feels incomplete than that's why.

Fall. It's fall when the leaves change, when the world is awash in new colors. It's fall when the days start to shorten, and night emerges. It's fall when everything starts to change and get ready for new things coming. It was fall when I met Matteo.

Before him I had always been somewhat lonely. It wasn't so much that I had no friends, rather I felt like none knew me. None could tell you I loved to dance. None could tell you fall was my favorite season. None could tell you my favorite color was red. Matteo could. Matteo always remembered what I told him, and what I didn't tell him he would ask.

I think that's why I loved him. I say 'loved' because I don't know what he is to me now. He still has a place in my heart, he always will, but I don't trust him, not anymore. And if you want to love someone, you have to trust them.

It was fall when Matteo won my heart. It was fall again when he broke it.