The embers were emitting a weak glow.
They've been like that for a quite while.
No.
They've been like that for a long time.
They languidly omit a soft warmth which cannot be felt unless one's closer.
But the moment I come nearer it suddenly started to glow.
Someone must've fed it some kindling because it's gradually expanding.
The fire starts slow, like a spark of static, slowly blossoming into a beautiful flame.
At first I gasped in shock at the sudden warmth I felt, for it was unexpected, and it filled me with a feeling of longing and of warmth that I was initially wary of but of which not too soon after, did I willingly succumb to.
I looked into myself and observed the flames in wonder then I reflected on what caused such occurrence within my feeble self.
Oh.
I wasn't one to hope for the best, I just hoped for whats possible.
But why did my supposedly dormant "internal-fire" flare up upon meeting you again?
After a long, long while...
Why?
