Two hearts falling in and out of love. A story where once deep firey connections become ashes, happy beginnings become bittersweet endings, and moments become memories.

While cleaning your bedroom one August, you found a box of the gifts that Aaron once gave you. With just the touch of the box, memories of late night talking, poetry writings, philosophical conversations, regret, what ifs, sounds of dishes breaking, missed calls, book shopping, and bitter endings all come crashing as you reminisce the best kind (well, sometimes) of love you and Aaron your only serious, and possibly (or at least you think it is) your only love. Your friends had told you to move on, but you insisted that “it hits different this time”.

Aaron was the muse of your poems, writing every word in the English dictionary that you could think about, expressing your feelings on page margins of poetry books with stanzas that remind you of him.

Your love was like a flame, a strong, passionate, and intense love. Everyone thought that it would last, but long story short, it did not.

In the end, the flames always end up in ashes. Until today, you question the gods if the love was a curse or a blessing, a lifelong scar or a momentary miracle. But there was one thing you knew: he was incomparable.

You placed the box down and picked up your phone, deciding to the the most irrational thing that you could think of: calling him

You dialed his number and waited a few moment till he picked up. to your surprise, he did. It was quiet for a few moments until your head a quiet "Hello?" from his end

You waited for a few moments until you spoke