You were shining your glorious light on me. You were just being you, hot and yellow just the way I love you. When human beings cried out and said you’re scorching hot, I would say shine on, my love.

Sadly, a jealous storm began to form behind you. His army of clouds sneaking up on you. You couldn’t see him because you couldn’t keep your eyes off me, but I could see and tell that it was me he was looking for.

You are indestructible, how can he destroy the mighty Sun. I was just a sunflower. He would only have to pour out his anger that would flood me or blow me off in rage miles away. He was coming, I am sure of it. ‘DESTROY’ was coded in his armies’ faces and I was the target.

I saw it happen before my eyes. I could see his sneaky soldier’s just cover up your bright in-love face with their angry own. I could see myself astonished at your sudden disappearance and the darkness that looked coldly at me.

You couldn’t see him though. I told you and you heard me but you didn’t listen. So I had to leave because he was coming. The jealous storm was coming to kill me.

After I left I cried. I cried a cry I have never ever cried before. I cried more than a new born baby who was shocked by the chill of the cool air that welcomed his naked self on the earth. I cried more than a mother bird that returns happily to her nest with food for her chicks only to find them nowhere. I didn’t cry for me but I cried for you. I cried because of the confusion and the heart break that I knew you were experiencing. I cried because I had hurt someone I loved.

The scar that keeps me awake at night, is the scar that I know I left in you. It’s the scar that I so badly want to see. I want to know if it has healed, still is healing or it’s still a wound, angry and alive. A dark and painful place in which you live. I want to correct all those misconceptions you have concluded to yourself about love and life. I want to help heal the wound I caused but would you believe me if I told you that I saved us both? If I told you that the storm was coming and he was not backing down. The damage he would have caused would have been unbearable and me leaving was the best decision for both of us.

I still cry because I wanna know if you’re fine. I can’t reach you to check up on you and that’s what hurts me most. The rays of your light reach me though, on the window seal that I ran to because at least there I would live for a few more days. With little hope that the message will reach you, I tell the rays of your light to tell you that you are better off.