I noticed— that everything I write about you would always include your smile. It felt natural to do so, like how breathing occurs naturally to a person. Every waking moment, every closed eyelid, in every fantasy-filled dream, your smile always plagued my mind. It scares me in a way because you became a constant in my world, while I may just be a passing memory to yours. To me, you filled a whole chapter, a book even, but to yours, I may just be a page, flipped, then forgotten for the next.
It hurts to think that you were slowly becoming my sun, but I’m not even near to meaning the world to you. But I can’t help it; like the sun, you were burnt into the core of my memories. Bright and warm but also blinding and scorching if I held on much longer. However, I would gladly burn for you and let the heat devour me whole. If it meant embracing you, even if it’s just in my mind, I’d gladly do it. Because, like Icarus, I’m much too stubborn, too much of a fool; I know my limits— I know that I’ll get hurt, yet the lines blur each time I get a glimpse of you, then suddenly the consequences are not of my matter anymore.
Yet, in every story— There is always doom, and you were to be my downfall. Does it matter? To me, not. The outcome doesn’t matter; all I know is that at that moment, I loved you, and it felt magical, though one-sided. I’d be willing to fly high and graze even the painful rays of the sun, for my greatest tragedy would be never being able to feel your ever-burning light. But since everything burns, what would there be left of me? Yet again, it did not matter. All I did was smile.
Because, like Icarus, I fell.
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