To the one who mirrors my fire, I don't know the name of the thread that ties you to me, but I feel it— in the silence that lingers after you speak, in the way your absence echoes louder than a crowd. When I look at you, it’s not like looking at someone else. It’s like looking into a mirror where the flame burns both ways— familiar, fierce, and tender all at once. I am you. You’re my mirrored flame. Not because we are the same, but because you reflect the parts of me I forgot how to love. The restless light. The quiet ache. The hope that never really left. You don’t complete me. You remember me. And that… that means more. Wherever you go, I’ll still be the flicker you feel when the wind hushes, when the sky softens, when your heart beats too loud to ignore. – Yours, always burning, always becoming. ------------------------------- Happy Morning!! I was missing HelloTalk recently. So here I'm a poetic letter.. To the one who mirrors my fire ...