#whitneyhandson

When i tell you that you are the sun to me, i don't mean the sun in mid-july when everything feels warm and you have to squint your eyes. I mean, the sun in the dead of winter when i haven't seen the clouds part in weeks, when all i've felt was cold for so long that i can't recall how it feels to be warm. Suddenly you arrive from behind my overcast sky and remind me what it is to feel light. So when i say that you are the sun to me, i don't mean to sound cliché, but its just that- before you, my skies were always grey.