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I remember experiments in chemistry lessons. I would burn scraps of paper. I always made sure I knew what was written on them, because burning is so final.

Everything burns in the fire, if the flames are hot enough. Then there is nothing left. Except ashes and memories.

Do memories burn eventually?

There is something I am aware of though, that keeps on burning.

Day in and day out.

Year after year.

My love for you. It’s eternal.