Why wouldn't they let me in, I wondered. May be because they thought it was temporary. May be because they'd always get tired after sometime. May be because they were scared when they felt a spark.
Well, I'm glad I didn't get in because I needed a fire.
It started out as a small spark. Our spark was different from all the others. Our spark didn't fly like all the others & our spark never grew into a giant fire like all the others. As soon as I realised who you really were I dumped a bucket of water on it.
That small meaningless spark!
It's gone.
It's gone forever.
And now that spark is nonexistent.
And I'm glad!
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