days, and we didn't want to see each other because it was painful to look at each other and turn our faces the other way. Nevertheless, I finally understood why we were so different in everything we sported. It explained why I could never even touch you anymore, why you never came near me. It broke my heart like shards of glass when you started avoiding me. All I did was cry. It was the bitter truth of our lives. It couldn't stop me from loving you with every fibre of my entire being. I had fallen hard, hard in love with your soul. Your fiery soul. I hoped you did too. You were now eighteen and I was twenty, and you came back to me for apologizing for the space you had created between us. You told me that I was the only best friend you ever wanted. My hands were outstretched and my bones were tired of not being able to hold on to you. We lived together through the hindrances of life. We lived together though spirits of dejection and gratitude and stupidity and madness of love. When you were twenty two and I was twenty four, you told me you loved me more than anything else in the world and all I could say was nothing. I wanted nothing more than to declare my love for you but I choked on my words and I cried that night because I wanted to split my soul into two and hand one of them to you, but I couldn't because I knew that you were fire and I was ice.
-The Cupcake Puppy