She was the wind; so free and alive.
 Adventure curled its deft fingers through the silky ends of her hair, holding on tight to her, playing in her aura like a child. Dreams themselves were the crafters of her aroma.
Her thoughts were always far away, soles of her feet light as the air she breathed in. Could it have been because she was empty?
You allowed your own breath to fly away with the wind, riding on the melody of her laughter and thriving with the mirth in her eyes, the curves of her body. 
A single look was all it took.
You were free falling through the clouds with her. 

She was a fire; so bold and bright.
Consuming at best, scalding at worst.
The mere thought of her had your skin heating up, a single touch enough to leave blisters of her presence behind on her skin. A gift.
They fashioned themselves into lasting scars along your flesh, ones you wore with pride.
She wasn’t yours, everyone knew it. She could never belong to anyone, could never be tamed. Nobody could ever be worthy of her.
But she had touched you, she’d graced you with a single taste of her and for you, that was enough. 

She was the earth; beauty on the surface, embedded in darkness.
She was so much larger than the reality of life could hope to contain, and yet you convinced yourself she grounded you
as if the ever-upward curve of her pretty lips could ever have been a home for you.
You convinced yourself, she would serve as a sturdy foundation to build a life around, that in her kindness, she'd gladly open up her arms to let you in
when all she wanted to do was play with the stars in the night sky. Her siblings.
 She didn't belong here. Didn't belong with you. And yet you held on, hoping she could teach you how to make friends out of stardust.

She was the water; so calm, so light.
Raindrops pitter pattering softly across the healing crevices of your cracked heart, soothing and drowning you all in one.
A tidal wave, a spring shower, a tsunami that pulls you under the murky surface with such a grip that you pray for death. 
Beg for the mercy of forever staying by her side.
She doesn't know what forever is.
You don't care.

She was so much, too much for you to understand, for you to claim. So you made up what you could. Filled in the blanks.
She could never be yours for she belonged to the universe, a moon among many stars. She was many things and yet nothing all at once.
Perfection, you claimed. Love, you called it. Real, you insisted.
Perfect for you, you wanted to believe.
But she was only ever what you made her out to be.
And you only ever saw the beautiful in her. 

- 500 words to the boy who falls in love with the illusion of perfection and neglects reality in his pursuits -