I had a dream about her again. She was a kiss’ breath away and her emerald eyes filled my view. I couldn’t say if her lips moved or if I heard her words in my head like a telepath but what I do know is they tore at my soul like winter wind.
“If only you made me love you. If only there was a spark.”
In an instant I recalled all the moments our souls had intertwined. When my skin burned with desire as the cold wind swept over us. We were an inch from one another as we left two sets of prints in the sand but it might as well have been a chasm for that spark never made it across. It must have died in that inch.
Now the fire which once consumed me has left behind a heart scared with scorch marks. Even still I feel the embers glowing red hot. Flames threaten to rise again at the slightest breath of a kiss.
In this dream I am speechless. I dare not move or say a word for I am afraid. It is not the fire I fear though. No, I would gladly be burned alive once more by my love for you. It is the fear you do not love me as I love you which mutes my lips.
I have shown you the extent of my love through my actions. However I will not make you love me. That is your fire to build if you so desire. I can only pray the embers buried deep in my heart do not die before then.
Mile 29 