#fire line

Maybe that's where I had gotten it wrong before. For most of my adult life, I had been waiting for the fire to die down, when I should have been looking for the person I wanted to walk through it with. I should have known she was the one the minute I saw that phoenix tattooed on her arm. Fire fears what it cannot consume.

They remind me of you. Wildflowers grow where they want. Soil. Sand. Cracks in the sidewalk. Cities and open fields. They thrive in the worst conditions. And just when you think you've cut them down, they spring back up. They're always the first thing to grow back after a wildfire as a reminder of hope and a little audacity.

'Fine' is the biggest lie we force ourselves to believe. You'll feel better when you admit you're not fine than when you try to pretend you are.

Wear flowers on your sleeve rather than your heart. You've bled enough, darling. Let yourself bloom.

'You make me feel delicate.' 'Glass is always delicate, even if it's sharp and shattered.' I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. 'It just takes someone picking up the pieces and forging them back together to make cathedrals.'

"Honey, I'll be there Where the sun and the rain They kiss "