Your heat. The uncanny warmness to you and everything you embody. I yearn for it. The heat in my heart that makes things go just a little faster. The heat in my head that makes time drone on. The heat of my skin when I'm embarrassed. The heat in my stomach when I know things are wrong. You. You are my heat. I've learned to preserve your heat. To use it so I don't fall apart, like I did when you left. And one day, I will find a different heat. A heat that makes my head spin and make me feel as though I'm out of my limited body. And in those moments I will remember your heat. And appreciate all the things we went through because in the end. Those will be the memories, and feelings, that I covet the most.