I look back now and I wonder if anyone will ever love me that way again. That kind of die for you, no looking back, wholehearted surrender love. That kind of hold me Saturday night, meet me Sunday morning love. Wildfire love. Set the sky ablaze love. I’d stop at nothing to keep you safe kind of love. Doesn’t matter if it kills me kind of love, I’ll still gaze at you in the passenger seat even if it means taking my eyes off the road.
Maybe I never will again. But I was one of the lucky ones.
I had that. For the shortest of all imaginable lifetimes, I had that.