H. C.
I thought you were fire, but now I think you're ice.
I froze.
You wrapped yourself around me, and I went stiff. It was chilling, but in a wonderful way. You mistook my surprise for contempt, and I am left with the consequences.
There was no flame, there was no warmth. You melt for another, one that truly is your flame, but I am as good as a rock to you.
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