She's the sun. I'm positive. How else could she warm me with her words? Make my face feel hot when she speaks? How else could her laugh feel like a warm breeze? Make my bad days better.
She's so soft and caring like the sun, seeping through your curtains in the early hours of the morning.
She's bright like the afternoon or the reflection on a pool. So smart and so happy.
She's powerful like a heatwave, blazing everything in her wake, setting a fire to hearts.
She's beautiful like the sunset, soft and comforting and so lovely to look at.
She's my sun, she's like it in many ways. Bright. Powerful. Warm. There's one thing different though, there's not a guarantee that she'll be there every morning.
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I Love Rachel
RomanceA collection of things I write about the person I love the most.
