6 Word Story… Ooh screw it, whose counting?!

We met. We lived. We loved.Β 

I did. Love. Deeply. Quickly.

It was beautiful. I felt alive, yet so consumed. You were my fire.

Like a moth, I was drawn in. Your light. You didn’t see. I did.

Cracks. Of the past. So many. I learnt, those cracks only allowed more light to creep through.

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Those cracks became outlets. I saw glimpses of beauty. Your brown eyes. Innocence in your smile. The smile you hide so much. I loved.

I felt alive. Consumed. You were my fire.

It was beautiful. Until it wasn’t.

It broke.

Now, it’s gone.

Pieces. That’s all that’s left behind.

Pieces of memories.

I’ll look back, smile and say, “I met a soldier once. A warrior.”

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