Fire and water are meant to be opposites. Clashing, unyielding, never in harmony. Water, cool, beautiful, calm. Fire, raging, uncontrollable, burning. They would never be similar, even as the threads of time wove on and on.

I wanted to believe otherwise.

Because…I love Jay.

1. I can see him across the room, sleeping soundly. The moon is illuminating his pale skin as if to say "This boy is beautiful, he needs to always be seen." Damn, I want him so badly. I want to be able to touch that moonlit skin of his. If I'm quiet, I could creep over to his bed and cure the wanting. But I can not. He would be too addicting, too irresistible for just one, measly, little caress of my fingers. For now, all I can do is stare at his perfect-ness. All I can do is quiet my fiery heart and try to sleep. All I can do is try to sleep while he wonders about blissfully in his dreams, utterly unaware of my blazing, yet secret, love. I never realized I could have emotions such as these, these of love. My emotions are wild like my magic. I'm crazy, hyper, fun-loving. But…love doesn't let my flames run wild. It smothers and suffocates them. I hate and yet love being in love with Jay. It hurts so much that my fire can not even have bravery when I want to admit my growing feelings for him. His eyes, it's definitely his eyes. I always get swallowed into his shining sapphires. Maybe I'll fall asleep and wake up in the morning, my feelings of love just a dream fading out of my memory, but I doubt that will happen. I'll just drown in love, waiting to be saved until my fire dies out, crushed by Jay's magnificent water.