to love someone who swallowed the sun loving you is like standing close to a sun that doesn't burn, only softens. i never met someone who can speak my soul's language the way that you do. for once, i didn't have to struggle to be understood. it seems like you can read my mind, not because of some sorcery, but simply because that's who you are. you are effortlessly alluring. your soul is pleasant, not only in the way you express yourself but on how you see the world in its beauty. and i think i'm starting to see it too, whenever i look at you. you are not glaring like the sun itself, you absorb its light and turn it into warmth. i never had to dim my light for you to appear brighter, you share it like a purpose. you bring out the best in me, the playful, the silly, the sad, the angry, the confused, the smart, all the parts of me i used to hide, afraid of being misunderstood. but you embrace them, and never once told me it's wrong to feel that way. like the light is made of different energies, it's never wrong to feel different emotions just because i look bright.