Most of us, as young adults going through various emotionally intense situations, at some point may have romanticized the persona of the sad autumn girl. It’s true — there is beauty in that, too, in that quiet existence and that longing for something more out of life. At least, that’s what I feel every time I’m walking down BU’s Comm Ave. and an autumn leaf just happens to flutter past me. In that moment, I become the main character in my favorite Jane Austen novel, carried along not by dialogue on a page but by lyrics that feel like they were written just for me.