Gasoline

How illuminating is this feeling that encompasses my whole self. This feeling I have for you, this feeling I have for myself and that continues to grow within myself without restrains or boundaries. A fire was already burning inside me… But you poured gasoline on it and stand back with this sinister, yet genuinely pure and innocent smile on. Wearing it just as you would a floral print dress that waves gently Into the wind that couldn’t possibly blow softer. As if you knew all along but wanted to watch it happen because it never got old. And it never will get old, as I stand in testament to that… Having lived it myself. The image and memory playing and replaying in our minds for a thousand years before it ever took place.

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