She had breezed into his summer as if she owned it,and ofcourse she had.
She had forest fire hair and hurricane eyes,and when he met her it was as if his world had been set aflame and thrown into an angry storm. She hit him in the worst way,like an unexpected earthquake,leaving dust and debris in her wake;and in the best way,like a flash flood after five years of drought,healing the parched earth with a gentle touch. She was,in equal parts,a gift and a natural disaster,as she crashed on him like an avalanche on a faraway mountain somewhere,burying him,suffocating him. She was the cruelest thing to ever enter his life,and the only thing he ever needed to be happy.

Her name was Miracle.