If someone gave you a chance, you’d be the brightest star in their sky. It would be coffee cups brewed in the air on a Monday morning, homemade soup bubbling on the stove during flu season. It would be a cool Sunday afternoon, embedded in a dream, a paradise between two white sheets. If someone simply gave you the opportunity, you would be the kind of intoxicating, insatiable passion; your ability to care for others would be limitless.
But, and you will learn this the hard way, not everyone will appreciate the fact that a galaxy lives at the edge of your lips. There will be people who will hate the bitter taste of coffee at dawn, there will be people who would rather fight a cold alone. There will be people who don’t want to sleep, people who think your feeling is one of madness, your sensitivity to nonsense.
There will be people who won’t be able to carry all the love you can give them to their breasts. They will grope with the enormity of your affection; they will try to break your heart, make you collapse until you adapt to the shape and size of their needs. They will tell you that you are too… too intense, too soft, and that you must go away. You must remember that if you do not fit into the contour of their arms, it is not because you are too big, too free, too liberated, but simply because they were never meant to hold you.
You are a rare, brilliant race in a world that does not yet understand what it means to love intensely. You deserve to find someone who does not ask you to turn off your roar, who is afraid of the immensity of your passion. You deserve to find someone who only wants to contribute to your fire, someone who uses his or her own heart in the matches to feed your passion, to increase your flame. In the meantime, use the world as your partner, use the experience as your coal. Grow your love like a forest fire, never retreat from its heat, never let its light go out.