When the leaves turn orange and when summer gives way to fall, I remember my first love and the way it was before reality—before life—happened to us. I suppose we were happy not having a clue what true love feels like and not knowing how the first will affect the way we see it in the future. It was enough for us to be young and to just be with each other. No labels. No certainty. After all, not everyone can actually be sure with their first love, right? My name is Autumn, and this is the story of my first brush with love and the way it was before we knew any better.