A Kite I Loved That Lied
There was once a kite I never took notice of. I knew of its existence but it never caught my attention. Then there was one day when the kite showed me more than what it was, its capabilities of flying high and beautifully in the sky and it made me fall in love with it gradually. It was so hard not to fall in love with this kite. It did not look like the kind of kite that you would fall in love with at the first sight but more like one that you would grow to love after flying it in the sky. It was a fun kite to fly and to have. But I knew inside me that no matter how beautiful a kite is, you can never fly it in the sky forever. No matter how you try to pull the string and let go at times, the wind still plays a huge part. I was never someone good with flying kites no matter how hard I try to. It was never easy and there was always something new for me to learn about flying the kite. But anyway one day, the string snapped and the kite flew as I thought it would happen. But who would thought that it would happen so soon?
I looked at the kite. It flew and flew without a string. But what could I do to get my kite back? All that I was capable of was having all the memories of the kite coming back to me. From it being such an ordinary kite to it catching my attention, making me fall in love bit by bit with it and then being something that I was so attached to. I could only have these memories with me. The kite was never flying back. I looked with disappointment as the kite flew further and further away with a wish in mind that the wind would change direction and let my kite fly back in the direction I was in. But sometimes, whatever you wish for and you want so much is what you can only wish for.
As I looked at it flying further and further away into the sky, it seemed like it was determined to fly away and look for someone else. Then I thought, maybe I should just let the kite go and fly far into the sky. Maybe the memories it left me was the most beautiful by itself. Maybe if I just let it go, the beautiful memories wouldn't be ruined. As I looked into the sky again, I thought it looked so beautiful flying freely in the sky, as beautiful as the first time I flew it in the sky.