A guy once told me last that I looked like October and I have to say that was one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received. Because, if October were a person, it would be me. I don’t mean just the spooky bits.. but the complexity, the changing colors, the cool nights and warm days.. sorta never knowing what you’re going to get. I always felt like I was a bit of a walking mystery, an oxymoron, a person who didn’t know what place she fell into.. I used to think it was a bad thing. Now I’ve learned to love that about me.

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