The first time my girlfriend Gwen burst into flames it surprised both of us. Like a living torch, she blazed hot and yellow-orange, but completely unharmed. So weird, but cool once we got used to it, and when she could control it. One hand flaming gave light to our late-night walks, or to quickly make s’mores or hot dogs at the beach. And add warmth to cool autumn nights. But then, when she once burned really bright and intense, firemen arrived and put her out with suppressing foam which suffocated her. A sad ending to our burning love.