And maybe one day he could love me. He would hold me in his arms and say “I should have known it would be you. I should have known since the day we met.” But now, he sits on his hands and loves this girl while I stare directly into the sun. He is the sun, and i am burning my eyes from looking at him, but her eyes have never even been scathed by the heat he reflects, for she has never really stared directly at him and in all of his sun-likeness.
— Excerpt from a book I will never write #1106 // @looselippedships