Love.
I never gave it much thought. It seemed like a far away thing that I would never have. The kind of love where you burn for another. The kind where you can't think or breathe when you're around them. There was never a chance for someone like me.
Someone damaged and broken in every way.
Sometimes I allowed myself to dream about it. To dream about someone loving me so much that they would do anything to be with me. They would do anything to call me theirs.
I had a flame that burnt in my soul. A flame that oftentimes scared me because I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't know what to do with all the anger and hatred I had toward my life—toward the people that had hurt me in unimaginable ways. That flame died a long time ago. It was stifled to nothing but embers fighting for oxygen. I was fighting for oxygen.
Until him. He was my oxygen. He gave my fire more than enough oxygen to come roaring back to life, except this time I didn't hate it. I cherished it. I appreciated everything it gave me—courage and strength. It gave me a reason to fight.
Our love was like the shining stars in the sky and the soft, cool breeze on a hot day. It was like dipping your toes in the water and the aroma of food cooking in the oven. Our love was comfort and passion. Fire in the chimney during a cold winter's night.
He was my everything. I never imagined it would turn out like this.
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