It was hard
at first.

I didn't
really pay
attention.

I didn't
really show
any interest.

She's
stubborn.

She didn't
mind the signals.

She shrugged
them off as if
it's some dust.

I let her.

I gave it a
chance.

I found myself
reading a book.

Finally
giving attention
from the rest
on the dusty
shelves.

I grabbed it.
I chose it.
I held it tight.

Once I started,
I couldn't put it down.

I can't resist
the urge
to flick
my shaky fingers
to the next page.

Wondering
what will
happen next?

I let her.
I let my guard down.

I knew the risk.

Not even
a few feet
near,
I can already
feel the heat.

I didn't mind.

I walked
to the side,
crouching,
hugging my knees.

Touched,
Tested the waters.

I didn't feel it.
But I felt
a burning sting.

It evaporated
into thin air
like it wasn't
there in the
first place.

All this time
I was playing with fire.