When I sat down to try and translate my thoughts and feelings from that moment into a cohesive paragraph, I found that I couldn't do it. Every time that I tried to, it came out sounding like a watered down regurgitation of a quote from You've Got Mail. ("Don't you just love New York in the fall?") Naturally, New York would have been substituted with Provo, in this case, but the same general idea was there.
Anyway, the combination of that cozy feeling of fall and memories of favorite movie wrapped me in nostalgia. Good nostalgia,though. Not the depressing kind that makes you want to sigh loudly and stare at old pictures and wonder about the things that could have been. It's a comfortable, feel-good kind of that makes me appreciate the past memories and look forward to the times to come.
P.S. If a guy ever offers me a bouquet of sharpened pencils, I'll know he's the one.
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