12/11/17
2:25 pm
i sat, huddled up by a fireplace
the crackling of the flames in the beginning were so loud, so bright, so full of hope.
then it starts to dim the cracking dyes down, it gets darker, then it dies.
it reminds me of love.
in the start of love you feel so hopeful
you're loud
you're bright
you're happy
then somehow things go wrong and it dies down
the amount of love that filled you up to the brim, almost like an overflowing tea cup, was now draining.
the thing you love them most, or so you thought, grows distant, cold.
like a dying flame.
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