Bombs would go off before I realizedthere was something substantial between us. Most of the time, I am fine with ignoring the tinypricks of emotion that attempt to wake me up again.Happy, sleeping sideways in my queen-sized bedand making drastic decisions on my own.For longer than I can remember,I have picked up the slack in the placeswhere society expects me to linger.Supposedly, “ladies wait”–but I can not keep stilland it surprises me that either of usfound a moment to see the other.You are a wildfire, burning throughthis forest of fear and apprehension.A type of damage inflicted,that does not completely consume.We stand on the edge of forever together,underestimating the importance of this inferno’s truth.It is an intensity I thought I knew well,but seems to have reinvented itselfnow that I am with you.Now, the fire melts my notorious facade–gently remolding the fractures in my heart–and shaping it into a stronger version,in spite of its previous misuse.SomethingMarvelous.Unexpected.Terrifying.and New.