Our love is a flame. At first, its embers burn bright. It sends of extreme heat and dances with the night. Its beauty amazes our intellect and hypnotizes us with intensity. Something draws us to it, and nothing seems to empower greater density. But it cannot burn forever; the flame is slowly dying.... Yet it is me who has weakened its stamina, for the flame has withered from my crying.
Reason for writing:
I was in a very intense, but long-distance relationship that just wasn't working.
I was very upset about it and many a night I would sit and write about how I felt during this time.
The whole experience was very draining..it eventually ended.
It wasn't healthy and basically i wanted to convey how our love(the flame) eventually ended up dying out because of my unhappiness.
It put the flame out.
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