For lunch I ate a cinnamon roll and thought of you. not because you remind me of breakfast pastries and not because you are particularly sweet, it is because my flickers of memories and surges of passion I may recollect on any random day are laced with pieces of you. I have loved you for far more days than I would ever care to count but today I've realized something new; it is in the moments of simple remembrance, the times when I feel a spark for no apparent reason that ignites the feeling once again with more force and vigor than on any regular day, to flare up my memory that I have truly loved you I will always love you. there is a flame within me that will never leave my heart in darkness because even if you leave me, or I you, the flame may turn to embers but can never be extinguished. and even in my darkest and most lonely of times, I eat a cinnamon roll and remember that I will forever have a light, a warmth and a memory to keep me company.