I always wanted a love that consumed me, but never really gave thought as to what would become of me, when it felt as though there was not an inch of me left that hasn’t been touched by a raging fire. Would I be left with nothing more than a pile of ashes with the hint of my essence, or would I burn slowly for all of eternity, long after the light had finally faded from my eyes?
There you are! I love the line from Francis Ford Coppola’s “Dracula” – love never dies. So, I’d like to think that true love transcends life and death, time and space.