Yes, I have always dreamed of Fire.
For what reason I know not. I simply inhabit a strange affinity towards that which burn and devour. Often I wake in the dead of night- soaked in my own sweat- and the smell of primal destruction, rage and ruin around me, like the beating wings of fireflies.
So, the fact that I should fall in love with someone like you seemed almost unavoidable. Like timber and sparks we would surely catch fire when entwined.
Although, hearts of wood and fire were not meant to last. For a while we would shine bright and keep the night at bay, but you would consume be, steal my light, and once you were done you would leave my ashes behind
- still glowing faintly with the memory of your touch.