We’re dreamers. You and I. I spark an idea and you run with it, and then you take me along with you. I was so infatuated with our ideas, our world that we created that I became infatuated with you. I wanted to stay in that world as long as I could and I wanted to stay with you. Talking. Connecting. Sharing. But it wasn’t the real world. I had to grow up and I had to shut the door on our world. I didn’t want to. I didn’t have a choice. You knew that it couldn’t work out. I knew that it couldn’t work out.
But what I didn’t know was that I was your only spark. That when I shut the door, you were drained of light and ideas. You were frustrated. Grabbing any light you could find. Even trying to grab for me again.
I hated shutting you out of my life. I hated hurting you. On certain nights I would think how you were holding up but I couldn’t comfort you. That killed me inside.
On top of that I had ideas but I was to afraid to run with them. I needed you. I was lost. Frustrated.
But naturally we always come back to one another. That’s how we were made. I’m the spark and you’re the match. I’ve come to terms with this fact.
You have to know that you will always be in my life but you can never be my life. All matches fizzle out. We are no different.
Thank you for loving me and continuing to love me.