
Something melancholy too, though. I remember the old routine of waking up together, talking about plans of having wine or hot cocoa next to the fireplace later that night (which never really happened) and the excitement I would feel at the thought of coming home to a place you shared with a loved one.
That's gone now. And it's ok. I'll remember all these things with as much fondness as I can and learn all the lessons they have to offer. I'll fall back into a routine with the turning leaves and remember that we all have reasons for change.