Life On Mars

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“I’m sorry that I am not who I used to be”

-Day 493

“Tell me. What is love like?” she whispers to him under the stars. He stares off before the words fell from his lips like embers. “Love. It’s like fire. It’s so beautiful to look at. It is wonderful to make and have… but if you aren’t careful it, then it will burn you. It will engulf your soul and leave nothing but dark ashes behind. Love is both a warm fire on a cold night and a terrifying wildfire when exploring. Beautiful from afar, but a horror when too close. I guess, simply put, love is something that with just enough distance could keep you warm and alive through the darkest winters in your life.” His voice drifted off into the darkness and she knew he hadn’t kept enough distance before. His dark eyes were ashes of a burning love. He had been burnt.

Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #55 (via perfectyoungloveblog)