Jul 2020
Why does it seem like we are always putting out so many fires?
It seems so tauntingly inevitable.
You and I talk about a lot, and we get hurt sometimes.
We don’t fight in anger, but my pride is unruly and stupid.
We don’t love incompletely, but there are sacrifices we have not yet made.
But you are the greatest love I’ve ever had, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.
So then why all the freaking fires?
I have had a thought.
Perhaps the flames simply must burn when a meteor loves an inferno.
It seems so tauntingly inevitable.
You and I talk about a lot, and we get hurt sometimes.
We don’t fight in anger, but my pride is unruly and stupid.
We don’t love incompletely, but there are sacrifices we have not yet made.
But you are the greatest love I’ve ever had, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.
So then why all the freaking fires?
I have had a thought.
Perhaps the flames simply must burn when a meteor loves an inferno.
I see now that the fire is our passion, for we are passionate people. I don’t believe your wildfire flames or my blazing embers will ever die out. But in time, I know that they will become one. Then our fire will be unquenchable.
