Love and autumn are beyond physical realms. Both touch our souls even though both symbolise ends. For autumn symbolises, the leaves falling and for love, symbolises the ego falling. They find each other in sadness yet mellowness. We cannot find love in the maiden of spring and youth, we can only find it during the infused and aged autumn for when we are fading, we deserve to be cherished...
'There was a familiarity in their commitment. She experienced freedom like nothing before. Someone to fall back on, someone of her own.... that was a passion she intensely craved....maybe that's why she was so dark, so reclusive and that's why she needed him...the world was nothing without him...'
Alas! The last day of our secondary classes. This is a dedication to all of them. Thought of sharing with y'all and hope you all will like this. Also this was a request from @she_writes_18 to write something for farewell.
These empty benches will always remain for us.
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