The Fireflies, The Stars

And The Firefly Dies

I went to our tree everyday after that. No matter what. I stared at the fireflies and stars.

I cursed myself. I was screaming at god, but I didn't even know why. I was also praying to him to keep you safe.

I hope he did.

I hope you know I loved you.

And I missed you.

And I hope you know I'm sorry.

I hope you know I wanted to be by your side.

Your mother came to our house after a while.

She showed me your diary, and it was all about our moments. About how much you loved me, and how much you'd miss me. About how you didn't want me to miss you, that you wanted me to move on. How you wanted me to promise that. I can't promise that, I would break it.

You left me a note.

It said,

"Our love was in the air. But love is like a firefly, isn't it? The possibility of us catching one isn't that small. But losing it is so very large. We lost it, didn't we? The fireflies turned me into Ash."

I cried harder than I ever have.

So hard.

Because the ashes burned alongside the firefly.