An ember met a firework.

He knew that she was something amazing within the first hours of meeting the wild and exiting girl. It wasn't until the sun had said goodnight that he realized that he was a tear drop compared to the hurricane that she was. He was a spec of space dust compared to the meteor shower in her smile.

An ember met a firework.

She was breath taking, like hearing a symphony while blind, or tasting the aura borealis. She was the kind of person that deserved the world, and he wanted to give it to her. He wanted to be worthy enough to be hers, but he knew that he never would be. He would never be good enough for the girl that could start a world war.

An ember met a firework.

So, before he said goodbye forever, he gave her a kiss. A tiny nanosecond of lips together before he ran from a miracle, never to see her again.

An ember met a firework.