How long ago did it burn? Did you feel it, or did it feel you?
It became papery and weightless, yet it could not be peeled back from which it came. It's been harder to make things easier, but I guess it's only supposed to be that way.
But didn't it die? Don't pretend you weren't there.
I watched you long ago in the privacy of someone else's mind, and from then on, it was set in stone.
I should stop, but I'm not sure how. I can't, we can't. We've been wrong from the very beginning. Shut your mouth and open your eyes, so you can see what I've been searching for this entire time. I'm sorry that I'm not and will not, no matter how this turns up. Believe me when I tell you I will always be, but will never be again.
Don't forget this risk and everything potentially lost from this.
You WILL be torn apart, and your heart will once again burn.