The cold I felt is finally gone
and it has nothing to do with the weather.
I haven’t been cold anymore,
not since I’ve had your arms around me again.
Since that night,
I’ve been on fire again
and this time it won’t go away.
I still sleep alone most of the time,
even though I think we both wish it wasn’t so.
But the cold doesn’t return.
Even though I miss you every night
and crave your arms around me,
I’m still warm.
Better than warm.
I’m still not sure what this is, exactly
(as always, time will have to tell the tale),
but it feels so right.
Everything just seems to come so naturally
when you’re around.
I don’t know what this is
or how it will evolve
and I certainly can’t make any promises.
But I hope this feeling never ends.
“What a lovely way to burn.”