For me, the sun doesn't come out at dawn, he comes out in the evening - vivid but serene. With a cloak of amber drawn up around his shoulders, trailing across the cerulean sky. He kisses my bare skin and laughs at my attempts to capture his beauty within my fist. I recount my lonely nights without him while he stays awake guarding over the other half of the world. It's only a matter of moments before I join him in the heavens. Only a matter of seconds before the whole world marvels at how brightly we glow when we're together.
I know that deep down, everyone loves him in secret; it's okay, your secret is safe with me.