Autumnal

I want it to be fall. 
I want to walk across campus with you, leaves crunching beneath our feet as the paw prints lead the way to our destination. 
I want to sit under a tree as the leaves change and fall onto us, books in our hands, a breeze blowing my hair in my face until you tuck it behind my ears. 
I want to lay on the floor of my dorm with you, talking until the sun rises because I just can’t get enough of the sound of your voice.
I want to throw poorly made paper airplanes at you from across the table on the top floor of the library. You’ll smirk at me, annoyed but willing to tolerate me. 
I want to drink lattes while staring at your admiringly from across a cafe table. The coffee warms me up, but not as much as your aura does.
I want brisk night walks with confessions underneath a blanket of stars. 
I want visits to a pumpkin patch- I want to hear your laugh as I struggle to lift a pumpkin larger than myself. 
I want all of this autumnal adventure for all of the seasons yet to come.