was love meant to last?

I always promised myself that if i found the love of my life and eventually the fireworks ended and the sparks drifted slowly towards the grass, I would do whatever I could to light that fire again. I told myself I would tread through treacherous waters burn myself in the process of trying to light things up again, run across the world in search of an answer, a glimpse of hope. now, I’m standing between two people whose fireworks never had the chance to truly ignite the wind tossed them away hushed them to a different shore leaving the regretted results of their lost love and an air of emptiness in its wake— a longing for more, a hope for a better future, wistful dreaming of dreams never achieved. I always said that no matter what, if I found the love of my life I wouldn’t be like them, that even if we grew old and the attraction faded, and the winds of life tossed us side by side I would find a way to ignite the fire inside. But now, as I stand between two lovers with no glimmer of attraction between them, filled instead with an air of hostility I wonder if love is even the eternal hope I always looked up to as a kid— the happy ever after, labeled the end, yet, as kids we knew that despite the troubles we wouldn’t see, its future had no foreseeable end. Now I’m trying to understand Maybe love is fireworks a bright light that warms you up so much inside illuminates your eyes with joy and hope as it slowly dwindles away into the fading dusk never meant to last or hold into one’s grasp just a beautiful sight to place in the past.