dannyhiga

She is not your sunshine, she is not your moon. She’s nothing more than your eclipse. She will be gone within a blink of an eye; she will be not be back tomorrow, nor the day after. Run outside excitedly like a kid hearing the ice cream truck. Greet her with your deep blue eyes and your pearly white smile. Look her in her eyes and tell her she’s beautiful. Appreciate the time she’s given you. When she’s gone and the sun is shining, your shadows, the constant reminder of her, will never leave you. You’ll hang your head. From time to time you’ll look up in the sky in search of her. The sun is shining but you’re still not happy. It’s not the same. Admit you miss her. Wait for her even if it takes months or years. She’ll come back. Cherish her. When the pain of absence is worth a single second of happiness, That. Is. Love.