top of page

Burning.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Feb 18, 2021
  • 1 min read

I was watching the Netflix series, Bridgerton, the other day when I became mesmerized. It was a scene in which the two main characters profess their love for each other. The male lead stated that he burned for his new wife.


I found that analogy gorgeous.


All love should burn. Light us up. Set us on fire. With passion, with desire, with hope, with expectations.


To burn for someone.


To long for them to the point of hurting, just to be around them, feeling your heart ache when they are away.


To be ablaze with cravings.


Insatiable. Lust. Thirst.


The heart knows 1,000 ways to speak.


To burn, become engulfed, that is the epitome of love. Allowing yourself to become blazing with thoughts, feelings, yearning, craving.


Everyone who feels true love, burns.


Xoxo,

C.





 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
One Year.

Tomorrow it will be one year. But truly more like a year and a half. Once he got the diagnosis, it went by very fast. For him, I suppose that was a good thing, for me? Pure agony. But I was distracted

 
 
 
Missing Him.

He was my safe space. He was my person. He protected me. He was proactive for me. We fell into other like a perfect trap. But not caught; collected. Into each other. He protected me. I never felt lack

 
 
 
Everest.

Recently the University of Tik Tok has been showing me many videos of people climbing Mt. Everest. First off I will share the following with you. I have done no official research, well because I have

 
 
 

Comments


Post: Blog2_Post

Subscribe Form

Thanks for submitting!

©2020 by 2020 The Year That Nearly Killed Me.. Proudly created with Wix.com

  • Twitter
bottom of page