Drag me down and beat me no more. It's over. Done.
It stings a bit, like picking the scab off a wound or overchewing a fingernail. In the end, I would do it again.
I would do it for a million reasons, or one.
The pain is only caused by me and only exacerbated by contact with you. Because of this: because of the heat, fire, emotion, passion, undying whirlwind of electrical currents, there is a cessation.
The ache is good. It reminds me of why.
With the ache: a flood of fantastical moments and intense sensory memories. It makes it all okay.