Not for you, but about you.

On those cold bleachers I felt like a piece of me stayed. Stayed with you, there.

You told me about your lack of role models and I admired that you had come this far with out them. And it was then that I no longer saw you as a child with your immature jokes and mildy uncombed hair.

I watched your walls slowly come down, the same walls that you had spent years building up with the strongest materials you could get your hands on. Because heaven forbid someone sees your interior. 

But your interior is exactly what I grew to love. 

The do's and the don'ts, and the don'ts that you do. In the back of my mind I resisted the thought that maybe that you and i was a don't, A don't that you did. 

For the record, your were a do in my book. 

I assured you that I was not made up of as much good as you thought. You responded with your own black holes, and I was intrigued and ashamed all at the same time. 

Now it's September and the leaves are changing and preparing to fall. But unlike leaves I didn't get prepare myself to fall, I just did. 

Props to you john cougar mellencamp. You were right, Sometimes love don't feel like it should. 

I sit and wait and wish, wish for a fall I know possibly may never come. But they told us optimism is key, and I have the right to hold onto that. 

So fall baby.