Being with you was like walking in spring.
It was gentle and sweet.
We were a flower bud ready to bloom.
But before it could blossom,
I smashed it.
And now I will never know what the flower could have looked like.

But being with him was like being in outer space with the smallest amount of air left.
While I was so captivated by the infinite and magnificence of it all, I was suffocating.

You may think that a flower and space have no comparison.
But I think they are the two most beautiful and heartbreaking things I've ever experienced.
One was to fragile for my touch.
While the other was to harsh for my lungs.