You, Me, and the Autumn BreezeIt wasn’t a grand, sweeping romance. There were no dramatic declarations on rain-soaked tarmacs or fights for each other in a dystopian world. For Liam and Sam, it was quieter than that. It was a love built in the spaces between words, measured in the rustle of leaves and the comfortable silence of two souls perfectly in tune.They met in the fall, of course. At a farmer's market, both reaching for the last basket of Honeycrisp apples. Their hands brushed, and Liam, with his ridiculous beanie pulled low over his ears, had blurted out, “We