this won't last. i know it won't. i guess i never really understood the phrase 'too good to be true'... until i met you. suddenly, you appeared out of nowhere at a time i was weak and broken. and you smiled, and you laughed, and your eyes found mine - and that gave me the courage to pull myself up and start feeling the world again with my bruised hands. suddenly, everything was on fire and it was so sweet and,i  loved every last bit of it. suddenly, i started seeing colours in everything: people, footsteps, voices; the sky, my movements, your art. i stayed up late at night inking rich poetry about you - in fact, i still do, and yet, fire is fragile. i don't want us to turn to ash. i want to stay in this warm flame, forever.