Once upon a time there was this girl who lighted my fire.
As I was on fire for the first time, I thought she was the only source of heat I'd ever met. And her flame consumed me, hooked me and blinded me. I need her fire more than I needed oxygen and as I didnt have any control of it, things got out of control and she burnt me. The scar she left took many things away. Fortunately, as her fire was burning me, it used the flames of hate and jealousy and sadness, and when it was gone, I was cold. I had burning scars, but they were cold.
And then... when I almost got burnt again.. I found another source of energy. She wasnt heat. She was fluid and pure energy, licking my body and exploring me. Discovering where I'd dither, letting me know how much she wanted to be there.
We had three hours of sleep, on a constant heat exchange.
Then, I was free.
I became my own source of energy.
