Sometimes we choose to dance in the fire.
To feel the heat and power of the firce forceful flames hypnotising your eyes and making your heart melt.
When the fire dies.
When you are left with ash and half glowing embers.
When the rain threatens to extinguish what you have.
You begin to cherish the marks that were left behind. You begin to love the hurt and you miss the heat.
But a fire is not stable or constant. It can never burn that bright or that fierce for that long and it will always burn you.