We were a sunset pretending it could outrun the night.

For a while, it worked.

Everything felt warm. Easy. Like maybe some things were finally allowed to stay. We laughed without thinking about endings, made plans as if tomorrow had already promised us a place in it.

But the sky never belongs to the sunset.

Eventually, the colours started disappearing. Not because they weren't beautiful anymore, but because night was always waiting.

And maybe that's the part we don't like admitting about some people, some moments, even some versions of ourselves.

They were never meant to stay.

They were meant to show us something.

How it feels to be understood.

How it feels to be chosen.

How it feels to laugh without checking the time.

How it feels to become so comfortable in someone's presence that you forget everything beautiful eventually asks us to let go.

We spend so much time asking, "Why did it end?"

Maybe a better question is:

"Why did I think beautiful meant permanent?"

Some things are only given to us for a moment.

Not because they were fake.

Not because we weren't enough.

But because their purpose was never to stay.

We were a sunset pretending it could outrun the night.. beautiful for a moment, but never meant to keep the light.

And maybe growing up is learning that losing the light doesn't mean the evening was a waste.

Sometimes, it was the most beautiful part of the day.