A Letter to the Sun

The way the sun rises in the morning, whether there are clouds or not.
The kind of intuition in knowing that regardless of the circumstance, the sun always rises.

Certainty.

I wish you could understand.
Infinitely, emphatically, wholly, in love.
With you and myself when I’m with you.
You feel like the harmonies of those gospel choirs in the churches of my ancestors.
You make me believe that these feelings are real.

Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart,
I never wanna feel like this again for anybody else.
Three hundred and sixty

LOVE ♥

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