Monday, June 21, 2010

Things Were Happening Around Us, But Nothing Was Happening Between Us

The mistakes I've made are dead to me, but I can't take back the things I never did

Yesterday I went to a fireworks show.

What is it about fireworks that makes everyone stop and stare?
Its because we don't see them very often. They only happen during celebrations or special occasions. If they happened every day, eventually it would get annoying. All the loud pops and bangs, and sometimes it gets so bright you can't even look.

People always compare special moments in relationships to fireworks. Which doesn't really make sense if you think about it. Or maybe it does.

You light up a dynamite-like stick and send it off into the air so it can light up the sky with pretty lights and colors, but inevitably, it flutters down, and the colors and sparkles fade. And then you keep setting off more. You always want them to get higher and last longer than the previous. Some are duds and fizzle out right away. Some shoot up really high but don't last long at all.

And then the thing about fireworks shows is that they've got to know when to call it quits. People who put on fireworks shows are always trying to outdo the show they did last year, which means they get longer and more expensive every year. People can only last at a staggering fireworks show for so long.

It starts off consistently and steady. You hear the "oohs" and the "aahs" and then the finale comes. And you pack up to leave because you think its over. But it's no. For another half hour, there's a mix of big explosions, some duds, finales, and duds again. It should have ended long ago but its dragged on for a few more reactions until its dragged on so long that everyone just wants to get out.

I hope you've followed this metaphor. I guess what I'm trying to say is we should be more specific when comparing love.

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