And when he tells you you’re not enough for him anymore, correct him. You’re too much for him now. You are fire, a burning, blazing flame, and he is a mere insect that can’t handle the heat anymore. If he tells you he can’t see your beauty anymore, tell him that you’re made of stardust and that your bones are from the elements, how is that not beautiful? Fire isn’t always meant to be beautiful, it’s meant to be powerful and it’s meant to leave people in awe. Silly boy, didn’t he realise he shouldn’t play with fire if he didn’t want to get burned?