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The summer I graduated from high school, I raced out of my small Virginian town to seek my dreams in the big city. I wanted to be a pastry chef, to travel the world and sample all of its delights, and hopefully work with some of the planet’s biggest rock stars of the culinary world. I couldn’t afford New York City, though, so I settled in Philadelphia. The City of Brotherly Love wasn’t New York, but it had its own charms and pockets of culinary splendor. I hadn’t minded, because it was only temporary. After culinary school, I planned to do as I’d been dying to do since I was a little girl and roam the earth and splurge on its fruits.
More than five years later, I was still in Philly, living with the same roommate I had when I’d first moved, working in a bakery across the bridge in New Jersey, and I had Cade. Caden was my on and off again boyfriend of four years. I loved him, even when I hated him. Our relationship was hot and cold, hard and fast, sexy and heartbreaking. It wasn’t until I was with Caden that I understood that passion could be just as terrible as it was beautiful. I didn’t know until then that passion could make you burn as well as burn you. Being with Caden was like being addicted to thrill-seeking adventures. You know there is a danger in it, and it makes your heart race and adrenaline pump into your body. Sometimes you nail it and the rush is breathtaking and amazing. Sometimes you miss, and there is fear and regret in your heart as you fall to the unforgiving ground.
After one particularly hard fall, I went home to Virginia for a long weekend. That was where I became reacquainted with my brother’s old college friend Connor. That’s when I learned that passion could be a slow, sweet burn…
Author LD Davis
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.- William Shakespeare (from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)