Some people burn so bright. It as if they are lit from within and because they are, they seem to be able to stand the heat and the intensity more than those of us who follow in their wake. Seems they burn out faster too. I used think of it as brave, but maybe it’s just that way, not their choice, but their fate. I got to warm myself when you were next to me, but it was clear that getting too close could hurt, burn in fact. But without that light it’s kind of dark and cold. I can think better in the dark, and the cold has a numbing calming effect that I’ve come to rely on. I know I wasn’t meant for that kind of intensity, It’s just that sometimes I miss the bright light and hot glow that was you.