Lady Firework

Meeting you was like lighting fireworks, things just started very quickly, spun out of control with all the sparks and fire display and ended in ashes. I guess I'll call you my Lady Firework. If letting go really is the best option for you, then I wish you well and all the best. Perhaps this was inevitable, which is why we never promised anything... or rather I couldn't promise you anything and that's why in the end you were the one that hurt the most.

Being with you was a once in a lifetime experience for me and I'm glad to have shared it with you. Androgynous, unfamiliar and flirtatious in a way I could never imagine possible. It was truly amusing. Maybe you were my soulmate in another life. I don't think I've ever hit it off with anyone quite like you before. And it was interesting to learn your perspective on life. The weight of your world, and being okay with seeing the world in its clouded form. It was illogical to me, but somehow you made me sympathize. Sometimes it felt like you were another me. You reminded me of me in the past, but at the same time you are like the opposite me.

So now in the aftermath, I truly wish you well from the bottom of my heart. I don't understand why things always end up this way, it must be my personality or something. Maybe I'm just not those type of "exes" with whom you can stay in touch. I don't regret any of it even though I could have just stopped at the friendship part. Maybe it's right this way, to get out before feelings get hurt. I'm not too sure how I am feeling, but I'm thinking about you...