I dreamt of her.
I dreamt of her curious eyes, her sweet smile underneath the subtle yellow sunlight.
I never thought I'd see anyone so full of life.
She leaned her head to a side. Some of her hair fell out of her ear and I did whatever I could to stop myself from reaching out and putting it back. Her lips formed a sincere smile, telling me she knows I've been going through the biggest bump in my childhood and that she will be there when she can. Her brown eyes hypnotized me even years after I saw her for the first time.
The sun shined through her hair and it reminded me of my favorite box of chocolates. As she reached over and gave me a small token of her concern and genuine love, I never took my eyes off of her freckles. Her sweet smile grew sweeter than sugar and into a grin.
I was mesmerized by my little sunshine.
Her little delicate hands ran through mine to offer her small gift.
I wish I could remember what it felt like in my dreams.
“I'm hope,” she murmured, and I was ruined.
Hope was what I've been looking for.
I almost felt the thumbs that grazed through the side of my cheeks as she wiped my tears away gently. She was reassuring me; she was telling me that everything will be alright.
I still wish it was.
She was a preview of everything good that was going to come. She was my hope, the warmth that came in the snow, the eye of the storm.
She had me, she ruined me with her gentle smile, and she built me up again to make me stronger.
She was my sunshine.
