Looking at you has always been so oddly like staring into the sun. Being around you a unique and private pleasure I did not deserve. So I guess it would make sense when I’m stuck in this eternal twilight, waiting for your too bright sun to set, I would want you more than anyone else.

I’ve been trying. To stay away. Because I know this burden of unrequited love is not mine alone to bear. But nothing is helping. Not a thing.

And when the sun sets--if it ever does--I’ll probably be thinking of you when the sun rises again. I know people say the night is always darkest before the dawn and I believe that, I do. But you have become the dawn, the mid afternoon sun hanging so heavy in the sky, all the pinks and oranges of a sun that never sets.

I don’t want you to be a sun that never sets.

A prisoner of my covetous heart. I’m sure the stars and the moon are probably pretty good to look at, too and I haven’t seen them since the moment I saw you.

But you can break my heart a million times and still I won’t let you set and it’s tearing me up from the inside out. And it’s out. I’ve become some bitter, selfish shell of the person that fell in love with the girl who was too bright and shining to look in the eyes.

And I know that’s all you see. The shell. But I can promise that inside me is that stupid eternal summer. Beaches and sand and a boundless heart with your name on it. And how am I supposed to destroy my last best thing?

You always act so hurt when I turn away from your blinding light, but friends don’t break each other’s heart.

Please please please please help me make this sun set. I’m ready to sleep on you.