And it's that initial shock. That first sip. It burns on your tongue, it burns down your throat. It burns sitting in your stomach. That's what it feels like to love for the first time. Everything is fire. The way you move, the way you speak, the way you touch, the way your eyes meet. And maybe that's cliched. But you can't deny it when it happens. Any love that comes after can never be quite as strong. They hurt less, they burn less, they mean less. It's just a sort of comforting warm feeling in your stomach. Something nice, but nothing special. Nothing important. God I miss you. Why did I push you away?

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  • nwcg
9 years ago

I think this is my new favorite letter. It makes me think about the person I loved. It was unrequited, but it was love. And he's gone and even if somebody else comes along it's never going to be like that again. It was amazing. And it wasn't always happy, it was sad. Bit still. I understand. Thank you for writing this.

  • L
9 years ago

"Everything is fire." That's exactly it.

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