Eventually, the more we talked, the more those flames became an ever burning fire that scorched me deeply every day.

Did I plan on telling her? No. You may ask why, and I'll tell you. It's because feelings complicate things. Nothing is ever simple when feelings are involved. Despite the fact I had barely believed them before, I had still seen some of the Hollywood movies where the people just fall for each other, or even where only one falls for the other. It's always messy, and there's no way around that. Like a character in one of those typical movies, I didn't want to ruin what we had. Especially if I was the only one who felt that way.

It was still cold outside, but in those days, it didn't seem to matter. The fire inside me was enough to keep me warm all on its own. Back then, I was okay with only having the fire, even though the desire was burning me like a match constantly touching the tips of my fingers. It may have barely left a mark, but it was always chipping away at the back of my mind.

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Apparently this chapter did not publish when I originally thought I had published it? Sorry guys, this is where it's supposed to be :)