It isn’t going to be easy, nothing worthwhile ever is.
To sacrifice something you want for something you need. Though without pain, there is no pleasure; without sorrow there is no joy. Love is a balance of both—accepting an opposition in all things.
The passionate fire of our love still hasn’t burnt out. It continues to warm my body and my heart; but now it’s accompanied by an unquenchable longing that I struggle to suppress, this powerful fire burns too brightly, its flames licking at the edges of my control
Together we tamed this searing ember and used it again to forge our once broken hearts. Its inescapable heat burnt our hardworking hands—the scars of a past love. And slowly these deep flames smoldered into something unfamiliar, a distant, hazy memory: friendship.
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