We had good times, really good times. We danced to our own beat, sang at the top of our lungs, and laughed until we cried. But distance slowly picked us apart. Soon the long flights to see each other happen a lot less frequent, and the texts became more vague. The burning fire I had for you was beginning to die out. Without any fuel, it would only get worse. The saddest part of it all, was how we just gave up. When we were together, I always had the time of my life, our everything became memories. Burning ashes in the fire that finally disappeared. Date Written: September 27th, 2016
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