What Are Flames Made Of?

#MondayLetters

Maybe I don’t want to be the first thing you think of when you wake up or the last beautiful thought just before your eyes are closed in slumber. Maybe I’m just here to hold your shaky hands, to guide you, and not really to stand beside you. It’s crazy, I know, but what if it’s all so simple? They say absence evokes emotions, so maybe that’s what happened?

The first day I saw a madman, I didn’t run away like the others. Something in me saw something in him that desperately needed something within. I can’t explain it. I mean I could try, but I’ll never know what started the fire I saw in his eyes.

Maybe you’re holding on too tight. We all have our different conquests so maybe ours does not involve each other? I want to hold your hand again but I fear I’ll never be able to break free. I want you to forget me but I’m scared you would not remember me. I want to stare at you but I fear you might stare back.

The last time I saw your face, there was a strange flame burning in your eyes. It was similar to the fire that had started in mine.

Chérie, now that I think of it, it was similar to the fire I saw in the eyes of that madman.

- Dee.