The lovely bitter Fall

Every evening the shadows are growing longer from my garden, stretching farther out as the day comes to its setting end. Golden rays and black shadows creep across the ground, and I huddle my arms around me close in my red cardigan. The beginnings of fall are in the air, and the little frost fairies have been slowly beginning to visit by each night, bringing with them a crisp chill in the air. My fall flowers are blooming russet colors, and my roses are happily enjoying the cooler weather. But my heart feels heavy today... I think about him all the time. He doesn't feel the same as I... and I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t know what he’s doing, and I can't help but feel alone, and confused. Why does he act the way he does? If that’s his way of showing affection just as friends, then he must do that to every girl? Perhaps I don’t belong in his world... but I wish that I did... I have fallen for him…
This fall is going to be lovely, but bitter sweet...