Sunshine
Zakuyoe

Every morning, as I struggled to wake up to a new day, I would always see your warming smile.

Even through tired eyes I managed to see that smile. It was addictive; a warm smile would always greet me, those sparkling blue eyes of yours gleaming at me with the same passion I found in them back when I first fell in love with them. Sometimes you would bring a treat when you woke me up, perhaps a breakfast or a lazy kiss; but even if you didn't bring anything, you always found ways of making me that happy person.

I called you sunshine for that reason. You always brightened my day, whether it was a comical yet original joke you said to me when my day was upside down, or a surprise call at work. Every time I saw you you warmed me up on the inside, like the sun's gentle rays softly tickling my skin. I always saw you in my happiest moments, beaming to the side at my success. When I felt wrong, when I knew I had entered a darker moment in my life, you were always there to aid me, to light up my path. For this, I called you sunshine.

If you were away, I didn't know what to do. With the absence of sun, the only way to navigate through life is to use artificial light; in the same sense, as I led my own life without you I felt as if my life were fake, artificial; and that only true sunlight could show me my way. When we argued you'd disappear, yet by the next morning you'd always find a hole in my wall of anger to peep through.

When I could not do something, you could. You stuck with me to the end, even when the end wasn't visible. It was as if you lived for my sake, as I surely did for you. Even when there was plenty light in my life, you still showered me with your blessings more than ever.

You were simply my everything, my sunshine. And as long as there was sunshine, nothing could ever darken my day. Nothing.