Love Is A Blue Flame
As she fingered the photograph in her hand, the tightness in her chest grew.
She thought of a million things she could do to make him love her but she knew nothing would work. Theirs was an impossible kind of love.
She knew this when they started seeing each other last Christmas, even though he had said it was not impossible because when you like someone, everything should be about who they are and not their baggage.
She looked at the photograph again, thinking back to when they'd had it taken. The radiance on their faces outshone the stars. Their smiles were so warm and happy. It was a lovely photograph and it captured the euphoria of a love so beautiful and pure.
But that was then. The inevitable was now. She had to move on, she had to let go. As much as it hurt, she knew she had to let him go. She was tired of crying, of wishing and hoping, for it was truly a hopeless case. There was a wall between them now, a wall that couldn't be pulled down anymore.
She would have done anything to make things work with him. She would have provided whatever he needed. She would have willingly followed him anywhere, she would have shared with him everything she had within her. But it was never meant to be so it was time to move on.
Electric blue.
She hadn't burned many pictures in her life but she knew that the flame from a burning picture produced a beautiful shade of electric blue.
She struck a match and lit the candle in front of her. She placed the picture over the candle flame and watched as it caught fire. The lump in her throat grew larger as the fire licked the picture, the electric blue flame looked as beautiful as the picture she has burning.
"How can something so beautiful be so devastating?" She whimpered in pain.
She felt the wetness of her tears on her cheeks as the ashes began to drop to the floor. She sniffed audibly as the tears flowed freely. She reached for the large envelope which contained the physical memories of their once upon a time and began to burn picture after picture until the entire album was exhausted. Her heart felt as cold as the ashes on the tiled floor.
The album of their love lost was gone. All the messages were deleted. His numbers too. All she needed to do now was burn the pictures in her mind.
She thought of a million things she could do to make him love her but she knew nothing would work. Theirs was an impossible kind of love.
She knew this when they started seeing each other last Christmas, even though he had said it was not impossible because when you like someone, everything should be about who they are and not their baggage.
She looked at the photograph again, thinking back to when they'd had it taken. The radiance on their faces outshone the stars. Their smiles were so warm and happy. It was a lovely photograph and it captured the euphoria of a love so beautiful and pure.
But that was then. The inevitable was now. She had to move on, she had to let go. As much as it hurt, she knew she had to let him go. She was tired of crying, of wishing and hoping, for it was truly a hopeless case. There was a wall between them now, a wall that couldn't be pulled down anymore.
She would have done anything to make things work with him. She would have provided whatever he needed. She would have willingly followed him anywhere, she would have shared with him everything she had within her. But it was never meant to be so it was time to move on.
Electric blue.
She hadn't burned many pictures in her life but she knew that the flame from a burning picture produced a beautiful shade of electric blue.
She struck a match and lit the candle in front of her. She placed the picture over the candle flame and watched as it caught fire. The lump in her throat grew larger as the fire licked the picture, the electric blue flame looked as beautiful as the picture she has burning.
"How can something so beautiful be so devastating?" She whimpered in pain.
She felt the wetness of her tears on her cheeks as the ashes began to drop to the floor. She sniffed audibly as the tears flowed freely. She reached for the large envelope which contained the physical memories of their once upon a time and began to burn picture after picture until the entire album was exhausted. Her heart felt as cold as the ashes on the tiled floor.
The album of their love lost was gone. All the messages were deleted. His numbers too. All she needed to do now was burn the pictures in her mind.
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