His love caught me like a wildfire. Our first conversation is the match that started it all. Soon he took over my whole life, blazing through every branch and every stump until even my roots had caught flames. This fire he set made me feel alive in a way I never had before. Our flames burned big and bright. Our smoky fingertips could touch the skies. Our branches became entwined with each other. Shades of orange and tints of red became the only thing I saw as everything around me caught fire.
Now I sit here in the aftermath. Black, black, black is all I see. Everything he had touched caught fire, and now the flames were put out, leaving me to tend to the damage. My roots, my stumps, my branches, my heart, are all dead now. His love caught me like a wildfire. And I ended up getting burned.