I know that I have to let go of things that I have to lose. I can’t have it all to myself for their own sake. But please don’t let it be autumn. When sorrow and grief swirl around me I don’t want my heart to be one of the leaves falling from its branches. Instead, let it be in winter so that at least my heart can be placed on another’s warmth that can melt my heart from the emotions that have chained my heart like the falling snow from the sky.