Scotch tape is flammable....

I love summer because for once i can sit outside in the backyard and not freeze my butt off when sitting near a fire. i spent the day thinking about everything.

i had decided to burn some stuff that i had been hanging on as a crutch to the past. i started a fire and at first decided to burn things from my far past. i sat there and stared into the flame as the pictures crumbled under the fire's flame. i waited a bit longer before i threw the other things into the flame. i burned the pictures one by one. i watched as each picture crumbled into ash. i read the poems one last time. they made me wonder if he really meant those words or if thats all they were, just empty meaningless words. i read the one big poem one last time and was brought back to the day i read it. i had been so happy to receive it because for once i was the girl he wrote about. i tore the poem into pieces, throwing each piece into the flame to be destroyed, to be forever gone. the last piece i threw into the fire had the three words i wanted to hear the most. the 8 letters that i knew he felt, deep inside even though he never voiced them to me. i lit the edge of the paper on fire and watched as each word disappeared by the fire. i started to cry. maybe it was the moment, or maybe it was the smoke in my eyes. i am not sure.

but i realized for the first time that it had been a lie. and i learned my lesson. never date a writer...they are too good with words and make you believe things that they don't actually feel.

the pictures and the words are gone now. burned to ash. they will be blown away by the wind into the air and floated across to a far away land. i am now left with just the thoughts and memories. the hardest part of moving forward. the fire burned away the things i held as a doorway to my past. funny how fast things like that can be gone...