I’m your fireman, you’re my fire.

“How bout “I need a fireman cuz I got a fire.” That would be my code phrase.”, Amy said.

“I got a fire. That is all you have to say, and then I’ll be your fireman.”, Lance offered.

Amy reached out and grasped my hand. We held hands for a minute just staring at each other. I could only imagine that she wanted a fireman. Right now.

“I just know that I love you and want you to be well.”, I said to Amy Jo.

I then got up and pulled Amy up to me by the hand. She put her arms around me and I put my arms around her. We hugged. And hugged. Then I pulled back enough that I could look at her face. Into her eyes. Those eyes were the window of her soul. I could see that she had a deep soul, one that I was losing myself to. I wanted to lose myself in her, inside of her body and her mind. I wanted to free her spirit. To set it on fire. I was her fireman, and she was my fire.

That was a direct excerpt from my new book called, “Falling in love with bipolar”

Published by Amy Jo

Legacy of ❤️ Love

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