Firework

This year didn’t go exactly as planned.
But that’s okay. It is okay to live freely and to not stick to the plan. Because I would never forgive myself if I would spent the rest of the year chasing you. You were my firework in the sky and sparkles in my hand. You lighted up the sky and gave warmth to my days. You were everything I once needed. But I can survive without you. The party is over and I have to start living. This year I’ll become independent.

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