I'd give a lot to put that dying fire back into his eyes, to strike sparks against his personality, but I am not the kind of flinty soul that requires. We're not like that, our chemistry... something different. None of it is the kind of fierce way Seifer approached life before, it's not all or nothing anymore, and that, I think, is what has changed him.
Seifer without fire is a Seifer that is slowly dying. Seifer without his spark is a Seifer content to take a back seat, and that's not the Seifer I love. Foolishly, perhaps, I thought I could restore him, but I was wrong. We didn't fall in love; it wasn't fierce, or consuming, it was a gentle growing; as little suited to a man like him as letting a woman, sorceress though she was, manipulate him. There are no sparks between us, and love can never make up for what's missing; between us or in him.
I can't help but look and people and know they'd be good for him, that they'd be flint to strike the sparks from his personality. But despite all that, despite wanting him to be happy, despite wanting to strike sparks in his eyes once again and fan that flame, I can't let him go and so we remain, trapped by each other, loving but not in love.
