Fire's Still Lit

Sweet love…

I never let that fire go out. I've been here this whole time, tending it with one hand, waiting for you to find your way back to it… while the other hand held that red thread tight, grasping it for dear life… wondering why it had suddenly seemed to go slack.

God, baby, I feel like I've made a mess of things. There're things you said that… just…

Well, we can sort that later… but I thought you wanted space, so I tried to give it to you…

I'm sorry, babe.

I love you. I'm here. I'm always here.

And I've been waiting to tell you… I'm not afraid of your depths… I've been desperately waiting for you to let me drown in them.

Yours. Always, now, forever, no matter what.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

God, I love you, please don't ever think I don't.

Yours. Seriously.