Love burns to ashes, but the remaining warmth still burns the heart.
A rush that you know will burn out, a deep love that is destined to turn into ashes. When the flames burn your body, you are willing to perish. When the fireworks dissipate, only embers remain. It turns out that the most painful thing is not having never had it, but having loved it once and being left with nothing but desolation and undying obsession.
