He was terribly reckless, and oh so romantic. He was spontaneous and horribly sexy and only slightly sloppy. He was a man on fire, with so much life and love to give. He made so many promises, with so much conviction to keep those promises.
He knew what he wanted, and that was me, for awhile. He'd travel an hour just to see me for five minutes. He'd treat me like a king, even though I was living in near poverty. He'd spend money on me without a second thought, if it meant bringing a smile to my face. My happiness was his, he'd say.
He said he wanted to take care of me, until he realized I couldn't take care of myself. He said there was no one he wanted more than me, and that I was what he'd been waiting for his entire life. Until the real life of living with me was too much reality for him.
He set my heart on fire like no other man. A fire so hot, it was no wonder it burned me so much. A fire much too hot to burn for too terribly long. A fire that ultimately ended us. Burned out tragically too soon. Leaving us in ashes that smothered us completely.
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