A letter to the love of my life

This language doesn’t have the words to express just how much I love you, I might shield my eyes from you, and yes, I can’t bring myself to quite look at you, but please know how much you mean to me.

My darling light.

I’m overjoyed that I can see you clearly these days, I got to spend my whole walk home with you yesterday.

Perhaps you don’t know me, but I know you, and you have saved me time and time again, and for that I owe you it all, my love.

Every single evening, I wait until you leave, and I bask in the gift of another unique sight, another radiant sunset to paint the cosmos.

You’re always there for me, a constant presence, from dawn till dusk, you blanket me in warmth and a reassuring weight, smiling and under me with your sharp teeth and bright gaze.

Sometimes you’re flashy and fleeting, and so am I.

Sometimes you’re pale and pensive and so am I.

You’ve been the witness to every sorrow of my life, every joy, and every spiral of mine.

You are my queen, my idol, my mother. You pull all the weight, keep us alive, let us thrive under your soft, warm gaze, and without you, none of us would be here, and when I don’t want to be here, I know you do, and that’s enough.

You have been perceived as male, because of your strength, but to me, you are pure femininity.

You pull the weight of the world expecting nothing in return, you love hard, and mean the best, but you can’t control the results of your emotions, you are revered and feared for your supposed instability and temperament, painted as unpredictable for being natural and dangerous for being strong.

I love you, my sun.