You picked up my red lighter and set it back down when you realized what colour it was. You refused to use it, but something sparked nonetheless. That was the moment I knew Iâd fall in love with you.
It may seem trivial or mundane, but thatâs all it took.
In a mere instant, just by being who you are, you forever changed the way I see red lighters. You gave them meaning, meaning I know Iâll always associate with you.
You showed me in that brief window of time that you were capable of changing everything, of giving all things a new, beautiful meaning. You showed me how desperately I had been aching for that, for you.
You picked up my red lighter and ignited the parts of my soul I swore would never know warmth or light again.
You set it back down and didnât even realize that I was already wrapped around your finger.
It was just a red lighter, but it was enough to push me over the edge. Free falling. With no parachute and no fear of the impact. Falling, so safely. Falling for you. Falling with you.
And it was only a red lighter.