• Burned

    by  • July 6, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Moving On, Short -n- Sweet • 0 Comments

    With him, love was crazy. It was insane, desperate, fiery, cosmic. It was everything in my world. And yet it was poison. With you, love is warm. It’s comforting, wholesome, tender, healthy. Sometimes I miss his fire. But I love your warmth. I know you won’t burn me.

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