Let it Burn : Part 1
I want to hear you say my name on a prayer…
The candle on the coffee table guttered, the wax almost completely melted now, threatening the small flame, the scent of it nearly gone, a memory in the room. It was warm, almost too warm now, but after a long day of being chilled, it felt so nice. My head rested on the arm of my couch, my eyes shut, my feet resting on the back, a comfortable feeling resting in my stomach. It had been a long week and the conversation toni...