She didn't complicate my life, she made it better. But the feelings I felt for her, the lovely flames that burned the inside of my heart, they were perplexing and intricate. After all, I was just an average guy who had never believed in love, feelings developing quickly and had never bought in the Hollywood movies before she made me understand them so deeply.

Without a word about it, she made me understand how a person can just feel a certain way around someone, as if they have the ability to put bright stars in the sky, ones that can outshine all the others. As if they are all the light a person would need in the darkness, or a flicker of a flame on a cold, dark night.

Should she make me happy this fast, or am I getting addicted to something that may not last? I constantly asked myself as my pulse increased with the thought of her, a little bit more everyday. And then again as the small, unconscious smiles started taking form on my lips, despite me protesting their appearance. I couldn't bear the thought of her holding my happiness in her hands; but something inside me said she already might.

She ignited me with a flame that had never burned desire into my heart the way she did.