Love is like a lightning bug.
When you're young, you always search for it. Is it around the corner? Where should you look?
Then, finally, you see it. So beautiful and you know it's exactly what you want.
You run for it. Tripping over rocks and whatever else might be in your way.
You want it.
It's so close, you can almost catch it. But, for some reason, you can't quite grasp it.
It flies away, higher and higher into the sky. You are left confused and still trying to reach for it.
You continue this cycle many times. If you're one of the lucky ones, the lightning bug doesn't fly away.
It comes to you. You are so happy, it's exactly what you wanted.
You spend hours basking in it's beauty. Content with what you have just achieved.
But then things start to change. The lightning bug isn't as bright as it used to be.
It starts moving slower and you get worried. You give it time, but the next morning, it's dead.
You cry. You worked so hard to get this, and waited so long.
But maybe ( just maybe ) tonight, you will find another one. ♥
all minee :D