Too Fragile To Be

All my life I have loved the Fall. I have seen myself swimming in a sea of annihilation every now and then, and oh , how immensely I have related with the fall. The orange hue of the half dead leaves reminded me of the glaze of the sun that burnt my skin when I tried to make an escape from the darkness. The dried branches made me recall the crooked angles I bent myself into , just to fit in. And oh how gracefully I accepted myself being painted in the lap of nature.
And then you came.
With myriad shades of bright tinges. You were a fresh breeze that carried the scent of new beginnings. Your voice reminded me of church bells on a bright summer day. You coloured my world like life creeps on to nature after the cold. You were Spring. I was Fall. Just like a vicious gale on a house of cards. We were a counter destructive pair who wanted to let love bloom in the lap of impossibility. And it had to end. Before it began.
We shined brightly before the world, as they awed at our beauty and capabilities. But we shined apart.
Like two parallel lines that never meet. But they need each other to define themselves . We loved from a distance. Eye on eye.
Stare on stare.
Hanging in mid air.
Too fragile to be.