Darlings, sometimes love will come to you like a fire to a forest. When it does, be braver than I was. Just leave. Take only what you can carry. No tears. No second thoughts. You have hands like tinder boxes, the smallest spark will kill you.
Get in the car. Pour water on the maps. Avoid gas stations. Don’t look at the flames dancing in the rearview mirror. Go to new cities, climb on rooftops, and slow dance with your coldest memories. Wallpaper your home with every dusty, desperate love letter you swore you’d never send.
Find a stranger with sharp edges and uncharted hips. Press you stories into their skin and forget you ever knew his name. Just promise me you won’t think of burning or embers. Even when there is ash in your hair. Even when there is smoke in your mouth.