I promise I will tread lightly as I walk the hallway of your past. I will stop to kiss every iteration of you.
If I found any doors that leaked shame like smoke, frame hot to the touch, I would not flinch when I turned the handle. No matter the height or shape of the flames, if I found you sitting inside, my dear, I would not be burned as I came to you. And if you looked up at me with tears that begged for judgment, I would give you none as I curled up in your lap. I would whisper something sweet and true as I brought you close and my skin would steal the heat from yours.
I would not leave you alone to burn in the fire set by an iteration long past. I will love you as you are and all you were would not deter me.

















