He came into my life like fireworks on a week night.

He was loud and unexpected, but not completely unwelcome.

I knew from the moment I saw him that he’d be temporary, but I was captivated by his brightness and beauty, so I stayed.

Everyone wanted to be around him, and I was lucky enough to find a spot in his crowd.

I told myself not to get too attached because fireworks never last, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he could be different.

I thought maybe he’d continue to light up my skies, against all odds and expectations.

He was a rebel, after all, so I had some hope he’d defy everything I knew up to that point by sticking around.

But he didn’t.

He was gone too soon, leaving only a trail of smoke in his wake.

The rest of his audience scattered quickly. Running off to live their lives again, or maybe find another firework show to watch.

But I continued to stare at the dark sky, at the memories he left behind, at the hypothetical situations I’d created for us, as they faded to black in front of my eyes.

If only I knew exactly how soon he’d be gone, I might’ve stayed inside my house, to save myself the heartache of watching him disappear,

But like fireworks, I’m glad I got to watch his display while it was here.