It’s funny how love can be a fleeting feeling.
Just like how the sun sets in the afternoon, a beautiful sight to behold- strokes of yellow, orange, pink and purple paints the sky for a moment before we are enveloped in the darkness of the night sky.
Just like how the love that we felt for a person- once an explosion of passion, love and lust, can suddenly vanish.
How can one be so important one day and be a thing of the past the next day?
Just like that, love can be fleeting.
Suddenly, you forgot how you felt when you watched the sun vanished in the horizon.
Only immortalized by still images, the atmosphere and feeling is nothing but a faint memory.
If this is the case, I no longer want to be someone’s sunset- a beautiful fleeting moment you can only enjoy in a fixed and finite time.
If love can be so temporary, can I find someone who does not consider me as a sunset?