I know that I love you, wholly, in a way that is dangerous if not returned. And so I don't know how to love you, since I do not know how you love me. Yet I love you in the ways I can, without knowing, in the moments I know how. It is not enough, there is never enough of you for me to love, but my heart was always too big. For you to hold. For me to hold, even.

I wonder what it would be like for you to be mine, and if I will ever know that feeling. And likewise I wonder what it would be like to be yours. I accept that I might never, you might never.

Happy Fall! A time when things begin to quiet altogether.