+ The other day I was reminded of seeds that lie dormant until awakened by the heat from a flame. From the scorched landscape they bloom forth, sending up their delicate green tendrils towards the sun. I thought I would die with his name on my lips. He left like a fire, brilliant and unforgiving. It was not until later that I discovered, beneath the felled trees and ashy soil, the seeds that still lived within me.
+ His name feels foreign and dangerous as it slides along my tongue. Like a curse. Emilio, Emilio, Emilio, Emilio. Don’t look too closely, she says. But when have I ever listened?
+ I remember thinking, when I met you, that you were someone I could fall in love with.
+ I smile and take a breath, throwing caution to the wind even as I dive headfirst into the fray. I am afraid. I am restless. I am eager to feel, to touch and be touched. There is nothing I know and everything to learn.