And so it happens. One day you're trying to figure out how to breathe calmly even when you feel like you're about to choke, and the next day, you know it's all gone, and that you may not even need to breathe anymore.
Because, as the fallen leaves dissapear, so do the smiles, and the tears.
This time, I'll move forward, I just don't want to see myself dissapear because of this.