Let's set fire to the rain
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Last published Fri, Jul 21, 2017
He was the calming rain to my fiery temper. He was the soothing waters to my battered heart. He was the raging downpour to my dirty ugly world. Washing away all the brokenness and despair. When I blurted this out to him one night in one of my worked up frenzied outbursts, all I'd wanted to do was run and hide under a rock till idk....forever. But after a second of just staring at me shocked he'd grabbed me around the waist and murmured against my neck that I lit his soul on on fire. Inspired him to see the world in deeper and brighter color. He said his life often looked dull and gray. But I somehow seemed to instinctively know when the darkness creeped up on him and would crash in weather he wanted me to or not and make his life vibrant and colorful , pulsing with life. I was his light when everything els seemed dark and unwelcoming.
"Well I'll stop boring you with mushy stuff and just tell you our story of fire and rain"
- Phoenix
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