Where did our passion go? Do I not love you anymore? Do you not love me? I try to rekindle the fire sometimes, but it doesn’t stay lit for long, and sometimes you blow it out very quickly.
I’m getting to the point where I don’t care if there is fire. I’ll just sit over here in the cold and darkness.
Some day, you may try to rekindle the fire, and I’ll blow it out quickly. It will be too bright and hot-I’ve been burned before and it hurts. It might be better to just keep this flame unlit.