it is not true that a burnt child dreads the fire. it is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. it knows that when it goes near itοΌ it will burn itself again. stillοΌ it gets too close.
you arenβt a flower, youβre every blossom in the wood blooming at once. you are a tidal wave. youβre a stampede. you are overwhelming. there is no one i want more ; there is nothing i want more than to be overwhelmed by you.