We lit like a fire.

Our love was a match that instantly created a fume. I know every fire must go out eventually. But what from there? What do we turn into? I want to know you, I want to know this. I'm tired of wondering what have we become. In fact the mere thought keeps me wondering if it is even worth putting thought into. Am I just over thinking the essence of our love? Because it's still there - whatever it is. Whatever it is that gives the right to tell you you still hold the key to my heart. Please. Let me know you. Let me in.