excitment
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It smells like November on the cusp of summer.
I know the cool days will be gone soon
It's a sign of change
An omen, warning me that this is the last of the good days.
I remember thinking, it doesn't get better than this. I felt fully alive. Deeply content. Excited. Loved. Full. This was the day I fell in love. I made a special effort to start a newly found relationship.
