The Darkness of The Sun

Chapter 1

Grant

She appears to me as does the Sun, in the day bright and beautiful. Then comes night, darkness overrides all the power within the rays of light. The cold, other side is revealed. However it's far too hiden, far too dark for anyone to see. She doesn't realize her power, she holds a solar system within her. Each day she's closer to blowing up, giving out. But it's her shine, in which keeps us going. She seems so close, with each given day feeling her embrace.

We believe we know her, we believe she can reach out to us. As do we believe we can reach out to her. However she's so distant, miles away from her feelings.

Once her flame gives out, as does Earth, as does the whole damn universe. She doesn't recognize without her, immense drastic pain would strike everyone. Until soon enough us, the Earth, the galaxy is entirely and fully nothing.

She means completely everything to me. However her sadness is striving, growing. Azaria is lost in the thoughts she progresses.

I love her, but I'm uneasy if I can handle us anymore. When she's mad, I obtain the stress and pain. I can take it, if it means she's happy.

But now I second guess, if this is right. If I'm right, she deserves so much that I seem to lack. I'd give her everything, however it's just the beginning. I don't plan on giving up, but easily my thoughts can reverse if I contemplate enough.

Azaria possesses so much beauty, hell I can't find a single flaw. The little freckles that sit upon her face, the way she smiles, the wrinkles by her dark blue eyes, and the thing I endear the most her little laugh. I want her to see what I see. Stop blinding herself from the most divine girl out there.

She's concerned about looks greatly, it's so damn hard to listen to her degrade herself. I hate to hear to those cold words, it makes me so furious. So I guess along the way, I stopped. I stopped reminding her of her beauty. I stopped telling Azaria her significance to me. I'm too busy being mad to even recognize that.

Now we have these moments of unimaginable happiness, but along with that anger. She pisses me off so much but, she also makes me feel so lucky. That I am, lucky to call Azaria my girlfriend. I'm lucky to hold her, make her smile, hear her laugh, and I'm lucky to have the power to make her happy.

I love her and as hard as times can get, as close as we get to breaking up. I know we'll get past it, and I just think we can make it. I don't know exactly what we'll "make it" to, but it's so close. I don't want to give up yet, not yet.

Because I view her as the Sun, and without her the Earth, the galaxy is entirely and fully, nothing.