twin flame.

Two lovers, like matchsticks struck on impact- in a moment of dance—the balance of power, heat, and oxygen; an exchange of lifeforce.

Two hearts beating, the visceral feeling of being in love. To feel alive in the trust of another, to enter the dance of passion. To fall for another and to burn for them-  your energy, your resources, and your light burn for another.

I burn for you. I burn with you. We are the twin flame.

I burn in spite of my pain- despite the pain I feel every time you step on a landmine; a certain phrase, the way your voice tenses up. The landmines neither of us laid, how could you or I know how to never misstep?

 I love you not despite but rather through the trauma. A body full of barbs; landmines of past experiences ready to inflict near-invisible wounds all over again. The echoing pain of loving and finding your twin flame- before you have healed your trauma- the shadows, frustration, and visceral aliveness one must undergo to find a way to love again.

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