I Barely Made It Out Alive

They say this should feel something like fire.
Doesn't suffice to say enough.
What about the cold gripping emptiness-
The shred of doubt that lingers there constantly?
That isn't heat,
Not passion,
You feel so right, so much like fire.
I know I am ice,
I need to find the fire in me and show you that I'm the right one.
You need to know that you are all that I want and more.
I don't know what I would do if this was it.
I need you.
I need you.
Losing you would kill me.
Your smolder will keep me alive.

I'm terrified