A week after you broke up with me, I started a small fire in my brother’s backyard. I’ve always loved watching the flames dance from orange to blue as if she is telling a story. Then I made the connection. I remember you told me that I reminded you of fire because of its destruction. You said I can relate to it. It burns. It melts. How exhilarating it is to admire her beauty from afar, and how she will burn you if you get too close.
Come dance in the flames with me.