Letters to a person I'll never send

Fire

Being with you is like lighting a forest fire.
Destroying everything you've ever known.
The feeling spreads fast and far and can't be controlled.
It's all consuming, envelopes you in flames, and licks at the sky.
Dancing around with reckless abandon, not caring what else it consumes.
Burns any other memory you have ever had and leaves destruction in its wake.
But even fire creates new life.
The ash fertilizing the dirt,
burning the dead leaves and brush,
allowing the little things to grow,
and flourish,
and reach for the sky.
Being with you is like fire.
Destroying everything you've ever known,
and allowing the new to bloom.