I Don't Believe in Fairytales

PROLOGUE

She was a sunset and he was a sunrise.

They lived on opposite ends of the day but together they made up the whole sky.

He watched the sunset at the horizon; spreading its largeness into the grateful sky. The orange gold stretches far and wide, the color of fire hearths and tangerines. It merged with the sky; clouds like cotton-candy; silhouettes of birds; resounding glowing collision. The sun finally fell asleep, shielded behind a tree slopping and blued mountains. The trees were strong, black soldiers, standing in an unmoving row. 

The sun is done for the day.

He knew that endings can be this beautiful. He always knew.

He's that someone who falls in love with every sunset he encounters. Wherever he is walking, driving, on the bus, on the plane, it doesn't matter because he will always be in a state of awe for a split moment. He finds solace in every stroke of the sky, streaks of the clouds, contrasting the illuminating sky, blazing with oranges, pearly pinks, and vibrant purples.

For a moment, nothing matters. He indulged himself into this surrounding. Almost as if the sun has wrapped the world with her loneliness, needing a comforting blanket before the darkness completely eats her up. Silly to say he have fallen in love with this fleeting painting in the sky, but he have. He was convinced nothing could replicate this feeling. Because every time he watches the sunset, he sees and feels her. It's a stab of uncontrollable passion.

He have seen her paint his entire world with her light. He is convinced. She is the reason the sun finds itself on its knees every night.

Don't worry, my sunset. You can be weak, a coward, and a fool for letting the darkness wins. Because I'll forever embrace you every time the shadows are closing in.

I'll be your sunshine in the middle of the night. Just like how you gave me light, on the darkest days of my life. 

She always prefers sunrises than sunsets.

She likes the golden disc rising; birds singing to its shine; plants and trees feasting on its rays. The sunrise marks the journey of the sun in the sky. It is the time when the day casts away the cloak of the night. Its beauty is a powerful force, one capable of imparting its warmth on the most hardened of souls. It inspires her. It renews her. It gives her hope.

The sunrise puts her troubles from the past in perspective. No matter how dark her life seems, this sunrise is always waiting on her personal horizon. This sunrise speaks a language that no words can quite translate or give justice.

She has always adored the sunrise; behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental brightness, orange and crimson.

She always finds herself going where the sun rises and note how the sky looks at those times, at least once. It's the perfect souvenir for her, to be able to face the wrath of reality for the day. She can't help but compare. How the bright sun starting off the day gives her encouragement like how his bright smiles used to boost her mood. How his soft features look like a painting that no artist can ever replicate.

The moment she realized how much she loves the sunrise; it showed her that those entire scary nights take is patience until the sun rises again. It proved her that she can be patient with him; with her sunrise amid the darkest nights.

Because hope, has always greeted her on the end of the horizon with his warm gleaming smile.

Love? It's all about finding the calm in the chaos.

From sunrise till sunset with you. Te Quiero.