Letters I'll Never Send

Dear Soft Love

I'm beginning to think that I wasn't made for gentle hands and quiet "I love you's."

I think I was made for clenched fists and tumultuous proclamations. 

When they erupt, I at least know they care.

They're passionate enough to feel things intensely, to be angry.

I can't handle stone walls and cold shoulders.

I need someone who dances with me through the fire, not someone who will only watch me burn.

I wasn't made for timid feelings and "what ifs."

I was made for aggressive, fervent love.