Do you remember… his voice. Filled to the brim with emotion. It hits me in the chest like it did the first time I heard it. I feel like it is October. Pumpkin spice lattes, football, and crisp leaves. I used to close my eyes and see swirls of purple and yellow, sparks of orange and green, and I would smile. I feel like I have forgotten how to smile. But I heard his voice again. I am overcome.