I love fireworks.
They embody the human spirit.
I love them because everyone finds them beautiful.
They're not looked down upon; they're only looked up to.
And though each and every one of them is different, even in the slightest of ways, it doesn't matter.
Their differences don't make them inferior; the make them stand out.
And my favorite part, is this:

Once a firework shoots into the sky, it can't be stopped.
Nothing
Can
Bring
It
Back
Down.
Even though the color fades eventually, that firework has left its mark in the sky forever.
It's eternal.
It never dies.
And even if  you can't see it, **it's still there.

We used to hate each other,
Not daring to look at one another.
Hate and fakeness poured from our words to one another.
Judgement
Rude looks
Condescending words

But then something changed:
Real smiles and heartfelt laughs
Words of kindness
Best of friends.
Together, we went through so much,
Telling each other so many different things.
Together, I felt no one could stop us,
Until high school came.

Slowly we were drifting,
I could feel it more every day.
Then, we stopped texting,
Hanging out,
And small talk became our language.

Now, I feel I lost a sister,
But I want one thing to stand true,
It doesn't matter that we've grown apart.
I know I'll always be here for you.