first firework

[missing summer.. ish.. kinda.. edition]

that was from the night when i saw my first japanese summer firework. u were there for a brief one or two seconds. not in front of me leading our small run towards the place of the firework as it already started, nor were you beside me when putting up my phone to capture the sparks from afar.

but u were there for briefly two or three seconds. the character with spotlight shone above your head as the colourful lights fire in the background. summer made fireworks its special guest, and you self-made yourself into becoming a special guest in my firework summer night. a special appearance for very briefly – perhaps because you’re indeed special and expensive to pay to stay for longer, or maybe, just maybe, you’re not made to be an important part of the story.*

but it won’t change the fact that you were part of my first firework. there’s something about first times and the person that experienced it with you, it’s a kind of magic in romance shows. you may think i watch too many korean dramas, romcom, and the likes. but i buy it. you were part of a first magical occurence, if put in a dramatic and romantic way.

oh, and, winter is coming, it’s getting really, really close. i wonder if you’d be a part of my first snow, too?

*what’s a special guest to you? which one suits better?