I used to call you my sunshine.. but the sun always comes back. I always knew when it was coming back and I always knew when it was going to leave again. And now that i think about it, you were more like a shooting star. You'd show up out of no where.. so mesmerizing and unreal.. Then you'd be gone in a split second. and i never knew when i'd see you again.

I don't watch for shooting stars anymore.

sls