It was never a roller coaster ride. It was a walk up the highest hill and a great climb to the tip of the tallest tower. We were falling up towards the sky; as if gravity forgot how to work. As if we were helium-filled instead of water, that we float up, up towards the 7th cloud or the 21st, or whichever. But people stumble, hands slip and balloons pop for that matter.
There was never a river of tears nor a handful of heartache with you. It was genuine love and pure bliss. The kind of happiness I knew I always deserve. My smiles were always fake but with you, it weren't. I cried with tears of laughter, my stomach ached with glee. With you, I was indeed in ecstasy.
Flawed as we both are, together we were flawless. We compliment each other's imperfections; we fix each other's blemishes. Together, we were spotless. A perfect pair, they say. However, I forgot that even a perfect painting get washed away too.
But it wasn't because of the drizzle, hurricane, or maybe the rain, at the least. It was you. I failed to see you quickly scraping yourself out of the picture as I was slowly perfecting my strokes.
You left, and the canvas we painted together still has the texture of you that I guess will stay forever. But as they say, blurry visions never looked so beautiful in mind-bending art and you were blurry. In fact, you’re now gone. And I wanted to hate you for that. I wanted to hate you for leaving, for removing yourself out of the picture I thought was perfect enough for you to stay.
I wanted to hate you, I did all things I could: I prayed to remember the storms, I wished for hurricanes and drizzles and rains, but I see rainbows instead. What we had was too beautiful I can not dare to even feel a bit of hate.
But you're gone, and all I had was this scraped painting - a reminder of how you just suddenly left. Do know that it still gives me happiness as I walk past as it was all just happy memories with you. It'll be just there, like how you are in my memory forever.