Love someone different

I once let go of someone I really liked, because I strongly believed that all I would do was destroy him.

He was a flower, and I was a flame. I couldn't disrupt his perfection with my rage.

He's never had a first love, never had a girlfriend, never had his first kiss, never harmed a hair on anyone else or himself. While I, on the other hand, I've thrown away every ounce of innocence I used to have. Permanent scars to symbolise my dirty past forever. 

I let it go because I knew I didn't deserve to be his first anything. That I couldn't ever be, and that he deserved to have someone better than I ever will be.

It was the sad truth, but it was a pity, because he meant so much to me and I really did like him more than I ever thought.

If this was a movie, fate would continue pulling our lives together. Time would ensure the flame intertwines around the flower, like a vine in itself, wholly accepted by something that it would have otherwise destroyed.

Because after a lot of thought, I realise that Fire and Grass make the perfect lovers. 

A flame can show the noise and buzz of the outside world to a flower, her energy warming up his roots and petals, ensuring he continues to prosper and live.

A flower can show the quiet and soft side of the world to the flame, his silence calming her and burning her anger down to the ground.

Maybe the perfect lover is not someone who shares the same interests in you, or someone who has the same experiences as you.

Maybe the perfect lover lies in the person most different from you.

Maybe differences are what pull two together.

Love someone completely different from you, so they can show you the side of the world you never knew, and you can show them the side which they don't.

That's a way for you to belong to each other. And there's definitely something beautiful about loving yourself and your other, two differently broken shapes that piece together a whole new world.