As sun rises

She was beautiful, as beautiful and blinding as sunlight. As sun rose, she rose and gave light, life to my existence. I can remember it clearly now, when once I could not remember her voice or her face at all. I remember how she flooded my life with brightness and greatness and how everything just seemed much easier in her eyes. I can see now, in the back of my eyelids, her eyes imprinted sleepy and tired but so happy inside. And now all that remains is my memories, the rest of the leftover half of a love that just could not be. I would drink it all, in one big gulp, all at once, if you would allow me.

I still remember, up until this day, how you walked into my life, carrying only a big backpack and a smile, under the early sunlight in March. And everything was belonging, longing for you until you came back and I could feel complete again. Every time you would go, travel on some airplane and leave me behind I would cry one thousand tears exactly, one for each step I took further away from you. And it would always rain. Would it be Summer or Winter it would always rain each time you walked away. Even the sun loves you enough to follow you around the world chasing your dreams and your light. I guess I don't love you as much, although I would say I love you more than life itself.

Nothing made to me more sense than laying by your side dreaming our common ground.