I watch as he throws another log into the fire. I flinch, realizing that the log is like my heart. When the hard, sand colored wood hits the flames, my heart jumps. My heart follows the steps of the lof. First it hits the fire and cracks. Except you don't hear the sound of my heart. It takes a minute or so for the next step. Don't worry, it's the best step. As the second steps begins, I feel my eyes well up with salty tears that will soon betray me. The log turns black and my heart does the same. I feel something trickle down my cheek. I wipe the tear away quickly as to make sure no one sees me in my time of weakness. Next, I watch as the log is slowly ripped apart by the flames. It's torture. Finally, when the fire starts to come to an end, the log begins to turn to ash. By now the tears are gone, as well as the feeling. I throw the bottle into the fire, grab my keys and drive home. My tears fall down fierously and it soon becomes hard to see. No wanting to stop and remember...I go on and forget.