Playing With Fire

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My life was boring like a plain white canvas. No colours, no shades, no figure. When I bumped into her in that hallway, that afternoon. It was the best moments of my boring life.

Her blue round eyes stared up at me curiously. She mumbled a small 'sorry' walking away shyly. When she walked by I looked back at her only to see her staring at me. She quickly turned away, tucking her hair behind her ears and looked down smiling.

That moment, that smile and that 'sorry' filled me up like a paintbrush brush a few shades. I knew I would see a lot of her in the future, I knew she would keep me as her's. . . So I gave myself in.

I looked at her, teased her, held her and heck even a small kiss had left me wondering was there anything so beautiful than her. It was good, perfect and that canvas of mine. . .it turned to the most beautiful masterpiece.

She changed my boring plain canvas to so much more, her smile bloomed like a flower, her laughter melody to my ears and her words were lyrics of a unsung song, with a beauty of its own. It was good and was well.

But that day, that one day, when my parent's marriage had broken in front of me, like a glass beyond repair.

I was afraid of falling. I was afraid of what it would make me. The pros and cons had scared me. I let my pain eat me up and haunt my brain, it made me stand in front of her and say those words.

I don't know whether it is from my heart or from my mind, but I do know that, I didn't want her to feel like what my mother felt when my father cut all strings she tied with him. I didn't want her pain and sadness because of me, so I left her there.

She begged me, she pleading me to let her in, I ignored her like I was deaf. The day I left her my colourful canvas what she had filled was broken. It went for days, weeks, heck even a month. I still was scared.

So I opened up to my friend, he told me, he showed me and made me realise I by leaving her had broken her more than any.

The broken canvas of mine was nothing as broken as her. Thinking and steering side to side in my bed was all I could do. It gave me sleepless nights.

The next day I dropped a piece of paper in her locker. She had seen me drop something, so she walked fast ignoring her friend's calls. She opened it and held it as if it would disappear in the thin air. Her face lit up with a smile after reading, I hadn't seen it what felt like centuries.

She looked at me, her blue orbs shining like stars, ran to my open arms and held me. The piece of paper long forgotten on the ground. Those words were simple for a stranger, but for me and her, for us it was everything.

❛If falling means hurting myself to be yours, I think I could take over the world for you Love.❜