Embers...

When we met, the faint ember in my heart was barely alight. It was aglow, at best. But something about you fanned that fading cinder, right from the start. I found myself suddenly experiencing the world in a way I hadn't in a very long time. As I knew you more, that ember became a small flame, warming a chill from my soul I hadn't even noticed was there. The world brightened when you were in it, in part because of the beautiful light you shone into it (a fresh flame I would learn I'd sparked in your own heart, as well), and, in part, that inner glow that had begun to suffuse me.

Now, with only ten days until you arrive, ten days until my own raging flame is once again in the orbit of its twin, that bonfire you rekindled in my heart will burn so bright, so that I can light your way home to me. I love you, my sweet, beautiful, wild soul, and I'll be right here, now and always.