When I call it an era, it is because it seems like that. I haven't felt like that for anyone in a long time, well to be precise almost 4 years now. And hence it did feel like an era. A good one too.
But everything ends. The closer you get to those enticing flames, the more hotter they get. But it is only when you touch it do you realise how hot it actually is. And for 1 second it doesn't really hurt, if you take your hand away before that, you won't feel a thing, if you keep it there longer, you get burned.
And I did get burned.
But that doesn't mean, I don't like fire, it helps us, keeps us warm and teaches us how dangerous it can be.
I won't say, I didn't learn anything from you, I won't say I didn't get closer to myself, I won't say I didn't love you, because I did. And I don't regret it.
You were with me when I needed someone the most, I would like to believe I was the same to you but I wasn't. My inner turmoil never did come to the surface.
But right now, I am ready, I am ready to walk away, finally. There's a long way ahead, before the moon comes into sight, but I'll get there. Once I do, I might return and retrace my steps, but for now, the road is long and there's no looking back.
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Hey, I read this last night itself. I love it. It's so personal, so honest, so...laid bare. I love the fire metaphor. I've also written once, long ago, that love is a flame, alluring, pulling one closer till it burns. I get it, completely.
It's nice that you learnt a lot from this person. It's especially nice that they gave you direction with respect to what you want to do with your life. And it's exceptionally nice that you have the courage to walk away from such a situation.
*claps*
(BTW. I did finally put up what I said I wanted to throw. Go read :P)
Couldn't hold on to my decision, but now I will. :)
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