Print - 12,7 cm x 17,8 cm If I could choose when I would like to meet you, I would choose autumn as the season.

Because your company feels to me like the first hot cup of cocoa on a cool autumn day. Like warmth slowly spreading through the body, allowing you to let go of everything for a moment. In your embrace, I can let go without losing my strength, just as the trees let go of their leaves without ever ceasing to be trees. Your kisses taste like sweet, spiced pumpkin soup, like warmth and comfort. Our conversations sound like the first nourishing rain after a long drought, quiet, honest, and so deeply needed. And together, we paint a vivid, warm, and diverse picture that fits perfectly into the colors of an autumn forest.

If I could choose when I would like to meet you, I would choose the quiet autumn.

No big celebrations, no loud parties, no fluttering butterflies. Because my nervous system has finally learned to follow the calm, to enjoy the scent of fresh air, and to stop mistaking silence for emptiness. I have learned that not everything that feels calm has to be boring, and that not everything that makes your stomach flutter has to be love.

I don't want to meet you in the middle of noise, but in that special kind of silence where two people can truly hear each other.

I want to meet you when the leaves are falling, and we don't have to hold on to anything. When we can sit beside each other without having to fill the silence. When closeness doesn't mean losing yourself but being allowed to arrive in someone else's presence without walking away from yourself.

Maybe that is the most beautiful form of love to me: not two people who need to complete each other, but two people who meet and create something together that is greater than the sum of their individual colors.

And if we choose each other, then we know that every season of our lives has its place. There will be spring, when everything begins anew. Summer, when we lose ourselves in the warmth. Autumn, when we learn to let go. And winter, when sometimes all we may be able to do is be warmth for one another.

But as long as we keep choosing each other, all the seasons are welcome to come.

Because perhaps love isn't about choosing a particular season.

Perhaps love is choosing to walk through all of them together and to grow alongside each other along the way.

F. E.