In the end, it was the fire of his love that I sought after that consumed me. I reveled in the heat of his affection until the flames I dreaded demolished my being. Just being in his presence was enough to blind me, to reel me in away from reality. I was too caught up in the seeing the side the of him I wanted to that I didn't see the repercussions. I fell for the tattoos, his charisma, and I grew his taste for Marlboro. In turn, I tried to ignore the bruises and scars and the empty promises of the bittersweet wonders of life.