Because loving him was like Daylight, it wasn't red, it wasn't golden. It was like the first ray of sun after an eternity of darkness and rain.
It was a constant worry that the storm might return and it would be dark again? But maybe, just dreaming about being under a well lit sky thinking that he held my hand for just a brief moment was happiness like a newly bloomed bud.
The question was, how long was the Day going to last?
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