"Good morning, Sunshine."
There he was, looking ecstatic as the sun shone on his beautiful skin. A smile crept my face. It was so warm. So relaxing. It only ever felt like this when he was around.
"I made some coffee. I'd rather we skip starbucks for today, don't you think?"
He's right. Homemade feels much more comfy rather than going out. As long as he's here, I'm at ease.
I got up and looked out the window. The sky was absolutely stunning, the sun was bright, and the grass was wet from the rain last night.
"Doesn't it look great out? The sun still shines, despite the clouds shadowing it all day yesterday." I grinned. This felt as if life was complete.
"Well.. even though the rain poured and the clouds took over, the sun still has a reason to shine."
He sat beside me, handing me a cup of freshly brewed coffee. "And what's that?" I lowered my face near the edge of the cup, a sweet arouma of coffee beans refills the warmth of my comfort.
"The sun keeps the world bright.. and warm."
He shot a quick glance at me, smiling. He looks back at the sun and takes a sip of his coffee. I just stared at him. He was so mesmerizing. He shines brighter than the sun, leaving me warmth even at the slightest thought. 'He must be the sun to my world' I thought.
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Desiderium
RomanceDesiderium des • i • de • ri • um : the feeling of longing especially: a feeling of grief or loss.