Like a campfire

Maybe our relationship was like a campfire. Sometimes the flame intesified, sometimes it chilled, but sometimes, I felt like it started raining and our fire was in danger. The raining season never ended and so the fire couldn't stand, we watched together. The last flame. Slowly dying.

One month later I tried to reignite the fire, altough the wood was still wet and you just didn't want to help me get it dry.

I think it is for the best...