Our love once burst and flowed like molten lava from an erupting volcano. Oh how life was exciting, volatile. Every moment was a fiery passion. We were truly alive in those days, weren't we? Do you remember? We were either fighting tooth and nail or we were rolling beneath the sheets and over the floors.
It was beautiful.
Now, however, things have grown dormant, cooling lava turned rocky stone. I don't think that anything could be done to change things, it's just the natural progression. For every fire eventually burns up its fuel until all that is left is ash, cold and dead.
I do what I do now for you as much for I. We owe it to ourselves to push forward with our lives. For passionless love is mediocrity at its best. We should find that flame, find that fire. Create that eruption that we might feel alive again.
Don't forget to take your cats.