I’ll never quite understand where we thought we were going. The heat between us was scorching, but no one paid attention. Those who did, were the lovers of me and the lovers of you. Because although we knew what heat was there, we ignored it. We forced it to simmer down into warm embers at the bottom of a fire pit. When you were happy with her, I pretended I was happy for you, but we both understood what was going through my head. I hated her. She hated me, she knew how you felt towards me, as did the many others who were green with envy of the fire we held. When she broke your heart I comforted you, as you did for me later on. We took a walk on that warm summer night, a walk that I’ll never forget. It was finally then on that walk that we acknowledged the heat. The embers became flames and the flames grew higher and higher with every nonchalant nudge and every corner-of-the-eye peek. Over the next few days we skipped steps. We skipped remembering who we used to be prior to broken hearts. We skipped warming up by the fire, and accidentally got too close and burned. We got burned, love. And with scars from that last burn, we said our goodbyes. I didn’t cry, because I knew you wouldn’t. “You can wait. I waited.” I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t want to leave you and move to a different town. I was being forced to. The same way the heat between us was forced to simmer. There was nothing I could do. The moment I fell in love with you, was the same moment I lost you. I miss you.