The match slid slowly across the striker, igniting and birthing a mere wisp of a flame. Shielded and carefully nourished, the small unpretentious presence grew.
Growing ever larger, the fledgling flame lept and spat, demanding to be noticed until it became a sustainable fire. Reaching its full potential, the fire embraced us with its warm and comforting life force.
As time passed, the fuel was spent, and the fire slowed. The flames sputtered and diminished until only the heart remained. Unwilling to yield to ash, the ember heart continued to radiate and pulse. No matter, ready or not, surrender it would, for everything that lives must die.