It was another night of fire. Another fire, witness burns my soul.
There was no recruiting, no problem. When perfection capped. Almost unbelievable ... a dream. Yes, a dream. The realization of a wish made in a letter never to be read. Written the day after a night of observation. With control for fire, again. Always.
letter that will never be read.
"Better to write you to tell you that. Because yesterday everything was perfect. And next time, I wish it were still that way. Because I want to be your friend. That's what I tell you ...
But it hurts me. You do not see nothing in my eyes burning? It hurts me to be your friend, but gently and not more than not being. You are difficult to approach, sir. I do not know why I love you, but it is. I like your intelligence. Your ideas, your reasoning, the way you say. Your voice. I can ever decipher exactly how you feel. It's complex. Your duality fascinates me. And thou shalt read as ever this letter, I'll tell you what else too. Your eyes. Your beautiful intense eyes, your eyes shining. I want to know the smell of your skin, its warmth. Running my hand over her face perfect, plot contours with a finger and go slide on your nose and then touching your lips. Just before going to kiss on your neck ending that seems built to accommodate a reflection of the flames. I would take you by the neck and pull you against me, gently. Kiss you again. Travelling from my lips down your neck to your ear. By sliding my hands on your back and push just the nails. Like to tell you not to leave.
But I am your friend. And that's fine, that too. But ... "
I've never finished. Should I write next? It was so perfect. Accurately. When I wrote this letter secret, I imagined the scene, on the edge of a fire in the same place that all this happened. I wanted the next time is as magical as the last.
In fact, he knows everything about my looks. He knows what is happening in my heart when I see it. And in my head. I should have never doubted. Since the beginning, I felt he could read me like an open book.
I knew the smell of her skin. Indefinable. Bewitching. Its heat ... so I find the words but it is indefinable. Exotic, racy. I stop here, the rest is mine. A fraction eternity caught between everything and nothing. One evening when I told him 'I love you "so loud in my mind that told me verbally a second later he knew what I thought. It was he who put into words what I was not saying. One night of fire. One evening ...
