She started out small, like a match. She burns fiercely. Capable of taking anything down. Blazing hot. Angry at times. You can’t help but watch it. The fire captivates you immediately. It feels out of your control at some point. You can’t help but watch her burn down everything you ever thought of. Every expectation, every standard, and every rule you thought you had.

At first, you can’t imagine how a tiny spark can burst into such a huge flame, but when you look back it just made sense.

I’ve always been scared of fire. Aside from dying of old age, one of my biggest fears is being burned. Now I just look back and think to myself that the fire is the only thing that keeps me warm and taking the risk of getting burned is probably the best risk I could have taken. Fire isn’t anything like I expected it to be. I’ve never felt anything like her. Now it’s all I think about. Damn fire. I’ve been burned.