Five Sentence Love Stories


The flames burn bright for at least a few weeks, never growing too large. It’s better this way. It stays vibrant through long nights and sunsets, a few too many and the hangovers the next morning. But it dims suddenly, an untimely demise. The cycle will start again, but thoughts of the old flame’s warmth will keep you from freezing in a bed that will always be just a little too big.

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