sun. - extract from a letter i never sent.

The sun came out. It makes sense really. He has always been the sun, and I the Moon. He has always been my sun - my sunlight - the very thing that gives me warmth, keeping my blood pumping. Yet, he was always hiding such warmth, beautiful rays of the sun, behind the clouds. Fearful people would get burnt by the sudden change of clouds passing, unable to love the Sun for what he is.

Now, hopefully, everyone can see just how brightly my Sun shines and the warmth he gives without even knowing.