elements: water

people always talk of love as a flame, a passionate fire.

I think we’ve got the wrong idea. I think we’ve always been wrong about it.

see, a fire usually starts with a spark, blazes furiously like a star and then fizzles out to glowing embers

that would imply love eventually fades.

no, now I think of love as an icecube held between warm fingers.

or even that fat snowflake that landed on your nose.

it may slip,

it may melt,

it may even become a puddle of water;

but even in its newfound form, it’s always there.



and after all, even ice can burn.


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