She said:

“I’ve realized how I love you. Like I love life. Intimately. But not dearly. I melt for you like sugar over heat. I burn for you like syrup into caramel. I am sticky to you. I think that is why our flame has settled into a cool sunset when it was a blazing sun at apex. I became sticky. Burnt sweet becomes bitter. I am a moth in flames for going too near my sun. Love’s death feels close now.”