STRUGGLES
“Don’t do it,” I tell myself. Don’t go back. Don’t touch the fire. You’ll just get burned.
I look at you. I see our memories, history, our laughs, our smiles, our love. I ignore everything else. I touch the fire.
At first, it’s warm, comforting. I’m happy. But then, it gets too hot. The warm, cozy feeling fades away, and the hurt, the arguments, the pain, come back. And just like I told myself from the beginning, I was burned.
Pulling back, I feel the sting and my heart drops to my stomach. I did it again.
