We Missed Out

WE MISSED OUT
ON SOMETHING
SOMETHING THAT COULD'VE BEEN BETTER
THAN WHAT IT IS RIGHT NOW
YOU LIKED ME
AND I FELL,SPEECHLESS.
I COULDN'T FATHOM, COULDN'T IMAGINE.
WHAT YOU SAW IN ME.
THIS ASIAN KID THAT PLAYS TOO MANY VIDEO GAMES.
THAT READS MANGA AND TALKS TO HIMSELF TO SOLVE PORBLEMS.
WHAT DID YOU SEE IN HIM. WHAT ATTRACTED YOU TO HIM.
LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME. A CRIPPLED MOTH. IT TOOK TIME.
THE FLAME KEPT BECKONING, KEPT RECKONING.
STILL THE MOTH LEANED ON IT'S CRUTCHES.
WAITING.
UNTIL ONE DAY, THE FLAME HAD BEEN TOO MUCH FOR THE MOTH.
AND THE MOTH WAS DRAWN.
BUT BY THE TIME THE MOTH HAD FLOWN IT'S CRIPPLED WINGS OVER TO THE FLAME,
THE FLAME WAS WITHERING OUT. BUT THE MOTH. OH THE BEAUTIFUL MOTH.
SHE WAS STILL LOOKING FOR THAT FLAME. THAT BRIGHT SHIING GLOW THAT HAD PULLED AT HER.
THE FLAME THAT HAD BECKONED HER.
SHE WAITED FOR A LONG TIME.
AFTER A WHILE, THE MOTH FLEW AWAY.
CONVINCED.
THAT THE FLAME WOULD NEVER RETURN.
BUT THE FLAME DID. A LITTLE TINY ONE.
AND ALTHOUGH THE FLAME DOESN'T LIKE HER THE WAY HE DID BEFORE.
HE STILL HOLDS A SOFTSPOT FOR HER.

a little flicker of light.