Hot Love
When love burns hot, it can scar. The moment a past lover comes stumbling back into your life, accidentally or not, is fucking brutal. Especially when you were completely and totally in love with one another.
You spent countless lonely nights crying and screaming into your pillow. Your best friend spent so much time and energy slowly piecing back together every last part of your shattered heart.
Each and every time you took a night drive to clear your head, all you could see was his face. Your soul just kept pulling you down, deeper and deeper, into the memories you made with him.
Remember that moment of realization, when it washed over you that he was gone forever? The love burns hot it can scar.
It felt as though the shackle of pain that I had wrapped around my neck for so many years, fell clattering to the ground.
The gray shroud that loomed so darkly over all the once vibrant colors of the grass, ocean, sand, and trees just dissipated.
After all that wasted time you finally begin to live your life again. Just as you start to get used to life without him, he all-but-lands in your lap.
But you’re totally over the whole thing, right? Nope.
Everything comes flooding back; not always right away, but at some point.
When it does, that night drinking and catching up at the bar goes from being just fun to being a mess that leaves you crying or cussing him out for all the wrongs he’s done.
No matter how many apologies come out of his mouth, or the sincerity of each, you still hold on. He broke you the way no other could; how can anyone expect you to just let go of all that pain and hurt?
As much as you hate to admit it, there’s no extinguishing the flame that burns between you. When love burns hot it can scar.
