last fall in furious, fragile, and free

Last fall, we brunched at a trendy place in Hillcrest in matching sweaters. Sat at the bar, looking outside to the cloudy sky and fashionably clad passer-bys.
Last fall, we drank Starbucks–me, a peppermint mocha and you, a caramel brulee latte–before walking two blocks to see a dinner theater show. The streets were quiet after the show and we were slightly abuzz, peeked into the window of a bridal shop to see two women dancing and drinking a bottle of wine.
Last fall, we made love one afternoon, with a slow acoustic mix playing from my phone and I remember thinking, this is how it’s supposed to be.
Last fall, we made out before rushing off to catch a matinee of Much Ado About Nothing at the Old Globe.
Last fall, we went to a Halloween party on November first and you were annoyed at me for taking so long to get ready, but the party wasn’t that much fun anyway.
Last fall, we tried new restaurants in quaint neighborhoods. We looked at skyscrapers and the bay before indulging in massive burgers.
Last fall, I gave your a tour of campus because I didn’t want to stay inside all day. It was sunny and we even took a selfie.
Last fall, we were happy.