sun

prolouge

paisley

If there is one thing that I love, just one singular thing, it would be the sun. I love the sun.

The light it provides, the warmth surrounding, the yellow glow it gives, it's just beyond perfect.

When I die, you can find me up in the sun, shining down my own light, warmth, and glow onto all the lands below.

But the crazy thing about the sun, or instead the feeling that I get from the sun, it can be found in other places, places I wouldn't have guesses.

Sometimes that sun feeling it can sneak up on you when you least expect it.

Just like you, when you and I met by accident, that sun feeling snuck right up and swallowed me whole.

You are my sun.