Some friendships – perhaps just a rare few – are like fireworks: they burst into life so quickly, so passionately, so beautifully and yet in a flash all that’s left are bright memories that fade deeper and deeper into the dark.

You miss the lights, the spark, the flames. You miss the times, where, for one moment, you knew this was special.

And then the flashes are gone and you stare into the night, wondering how their memory could fade as fast as those fireworks. How you could be left there with nothing but silence and cold. You wonder how it happened, why it happened, and really, if it even happened at all.

You wonder if it was even that special after all, if it was so easy to let go.

Strange way to describe a platonic friendship, but there you go. I miss it.


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