I used to write your name all over this notebook. Look where all these scribbles got me. My stomach turns with every reference to your existence. Contact with your life is so much safer kept at a distance. Your this fire I'm drawn to, but once too close I just end up getting burned. Even if I catch myself realizing I've gone too far- I still proceed hoping for a new outcome once again. Yet the story always unfolds the same. So what else am I supposed to do?