Part one
Yes, I'm afraid I'm still subscribed to this. I'll confess you didn't leave my mind once that night. No, not once. Would you hate me if you saw? The worst of it all is I'm not ashamed. Not even a little bit. Something burning there; if I could just get my hands on it. On you, even. Yes, I said it. Not in a way of possession or anything foul and unsightly, not to me. Expression. Fire is necessary but I still haven't figured out what for. Extinguishing, I'm good at extinguishing. I'm good at that and a myriad of other things that get me no closer to you. No closer to any of it. Maybe I am closer. Maybe I chip away at it, at this puzzle, each bit of colored charcoal dust washed off my hands gets me a little bit closer closer. Hmm. Play around it, push against it. That's another one of those things I'm good at.
