The friction between us spread like wildfire...
How are we even burning when I can't remember the last time we had even a hint of spark between us.

We fell in love in seconds, made love in minutes, settled down together in hours and it was all gone in days. They had warned us– 'The faster you fall, the harder you hit".

But we were young.

A year of dampness, of stubborn rain, months of windless quietness that drove us insane. I was getting used to the animosity, the hate. You were getting quiet used to the same. To lay cold in bed, wet pillows, while we slept facing different trees of the same forest.

When we first met, we dreamt of fireworks, didn't we? But that's not how fire works, isn't it? It dulls down with time specially in the winter and extinguishes quickly in the falling rain.

Yes, the friction between us was spreading like wildfire but we still stayed in, curtains closed, taking in all that smoke.

After all, we didn't want to show weakness to our friends and families. After all, we had preached how our love was beyond time and their understanding.

So we decide to suffer in order to keep the idea of our love alive. Because if "we" didn't make it, who else would?

You could have escaped and I could have escaped. But we stayed..
And the fire engulfed us slowly into nothing but ashes.

© Rr