To a smile that is much more than a smile.
A smile that comes and goes,
but not as consistent as the sun.
Before him,
She was in constant darkness.
Not even the moon was there to guide her.
She wandered.
She searched.
Yet she always found the wrong answers.
She found harmful beginnings ,
and toxic ends.
She felt defeated like she had no sense of direction.
Then he saw her.
He saw her tears escape her eyes,
and he decided to be her moon until she could be his sun.
He loved,
and cared,
and understood.
He returned the confidence she once had.
The rose returned to her complexion,
and she became his innocence and he became her life.
When asked how he's different from others, she'll say :
"It's not the difference I see in him,
i'ts the difference I see in myself when i'm with him"
She was his sun, and he was her moon.