“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find–is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.” – Beau Taplin

There was nothing extraordinary about the way we met,
It’s details, in a few years, I’ll probably forget;
What followed thereafter is a different tale,
One, I should have realised, would end an epic fail.

We found ourselves on the road to friendship,
But flickers of something started to make me slip.
And though I knew you would in no way ever be mine,
In you, I became wrapped up like a vine.

How in heaven was I to know,
That from a tiny spark, this inferno would grow?
I fought hard to contain it to a small part of my soul,
So this raging blaze wouldn’t swallow me whole.

If tomorrow our paths take a different bend,
there are two things I can never deny:
Though we may not be meant for each other in the end,
You started this fire. And it cannot die.

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