My firegirl, my flame, my fever, my undoing,
I hope you find something you love beyond reason.
Something you think about too much, want too badly, and would choose again even knowing exactly what it could cost you. I hope it consumes you a little. The greatest loves were never harmless. They move things. Ruin old maps. Make strangers of the people we were before them.
Anala means fire. Maybe that’s what love is too. Getting close enough to know it could burn you, and deciding distance would hurt more. So love obsessively, beyond reason. Love until the ground shifts. Love until there is a before and an after. And if it leaves a mark, let it. Some things are worth the consequence.
