Old Flames

I, being the age that I am, do not have much experience with being love, though there was a time I fancied myself so. I loved, and it was a fire that burned.

Now, romance is nothing more than a spark with no fuel, but I remember a time when it was naive and unwise and flaming. The first time, and, as of now, the last.

Though it's nothing but cold ashes now, I still remember the burn.