A life only requires the right fuel...

Our hearts are pulled to and fro, by many an unseen force, down the smoldering road of past transgressions, past oasis's filled with the promise of a reprieve. False be their promised amnesty, yet how true these jagged words ring, as if your past were a dwindling dragon's hoard, vanishing with each brave adventurer's greedy hand that passes through it. Like fire to kindling, you've been snuffed. His story only as long and vibrant as the fuel is fresh to burn. Now only an ember of his former self, dying with every second that leaves the air, someone comes along. Loving the story that he has told, no, lived. This someone places more fuel in the fire, honesty, happiness, loyalty, generosity... Love...
With each piece given to him he burns brighter and brighter. With every stick added to the fire, in turn, he gives her warmth, kindness, companionship, gratitude, and finally... Love...
With each growing second, the encroaching darkness flees, leaving behind roads untraveled, new opportunities, and new life.
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But alas, what if I were to tell you, that his story never came ? That she never found him, she herself never filled his LIGHT. If not for her story, his would never have continued... His would have been full of fear, sadness, desperation, loneliness. That of which amounts to an existence unrequited.
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Down one path, he found a story worth living for...
Down the other...
A story which should never have been told...
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Keep in mind what you feed the fire, because you may be the one whom snuffed it out...
Or brought it life.