We are the sun. Bright and prodigious. But dangerous, oh so dangerous. Now that you’re gone the sun still remains; beautiful and life-giving, a reminder of what was. I cannot look on our star without being blinded by the intensity of it all. Yet I do not wish the sun away, it gives me warmth on my coldest days and just like life on earth would cease to exist without this glowing ball of fire I would cease to exist without the remnants of your love.