“What is it that you truly want,” he asked.
I thought deeply as my fingers answered for me, “a slow, slow, burn.”
I realized then, I was done going after the fireworks or the colorful pops of color in the sky of my world. A single burst, while meaningful in the moment, left me aching far too often for the temporary. I had lived my life longing for the splashes of color in the sky and avoided all the bonfires.
“I believe the way a relationships starts is the way it ends; if it starts with fireworks, it’s going to end with a bang.” I was almost taken aback by his clarity.Oh, if only I had known then what I do now.

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