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Love Inferno
Don’t kindle a fire unless you’re ready to handle the heat
She glides gracefully and grandiosely, sweeping across the speckled midnight sky, cutting into the liquid dark and singing wind. Her dazzling brilliance trails heavenly fire across a rippling velvet blanket with jewels. You’ll hear her melancholic echoes where the sea meets the moon-blanched land.
She had plunged into the depths of depression and had tasted the bursting flavors of heaven. Years on the battlefield have sharpened her edges. She survived the wounds of defeat and triumph, traversing across these ever-changing tides of life. She’s a wildfire.
She has lived through a thousand lifetimes to understand that pain through love is a purifying fire. Love doesn’t come easy, but when it does, she’s not afraid to plunge over horizons unmeasured, diving into the invisible cradle of formless arms.
She trusted you enough to let you into her world. Igniting your soul with golden heat, she gently persuades you into a dance by the light of her flames. She’s wildly magical, sometimes burning too bright and ferocious. She’s the fury of the storm and the calm in the rainbow all in one. Your bones ache, and your lungs split, but she never lets you forget how good it feels.
She doesn’t dabble in perfect waters, knowing that everyone fails their way to success. She flows freely like a river — without forcing or holding back, being everywhere at once. You could crawl into the space between the melody of her songs.
Like the wind, she runs with you, blazing trails of hope alongside you. With her at your side, you will beam the light of a hundred galaxies. She keeps on loving, keeps on giving. She could only love all of you or not at all.
She chooses you.
But you stabbed her heart, ripping apart her carefully stitched-up world. You distorted the rhythm of her soul, damaging the roots from which love grows. Words become obscure, images blur, and trust evaporates like droplets in the air, leaving behind the murky slime of an apathetic emotion. She knows love is patient and kind, but often wonders if you know it too.
Fragment by fragment, shard by shard, she crumbles as silence envelops her emptiness like a cocoon. She…
