September

The first time I heard “Wake Me Up When September Ends”, I didn’t know the story, but I recognized the sadness. 
Eventually I would come to understand and feel that same sadness for the month. 
September became to feel a little dreadful.
The month before the festive ambience left me impatient and blue. September was still a summer month, and I long for the chilly weather.
September was the month we’d talk about the events of 9/11 in school and it always got me, then my peers would torment me for being emotional.
September became the month after I lost my grandpa. Then became the month after I also lost my grandma. 
September became the month after I escaped my abusive mothers house at 21.
September also became the month I got verbally abused, manipulated, sexually assaulted, and raped by the same scum of a boy.
September became the month my friend found her boyfriend cheating on her and broke her so bad I spent weeks trying to put her back together.
With all that, and some events I’m probably forgetting, I’ve some to the conclusion September sucks.
Royally sucks. 
Until him.
He changed my view.
Like a kaleidoscope, completely made it appear different.
September became a whole month of spending time with him and swooning over him.
September now has become the month he asked me to be his.
I kinda look forward to September now. 
Septembers with him. 
Septembers filled with love. 
Septembers being loved and heard.
Dear September, you are now welcome. Enjoy your visit.