sunkissed

There was a moment when the morning sun struck her through the window of the bus, lighting up her entire being. The golden rays played through her hair and lit it on fire, and her skin looked like porcelain. It was a moment I couldn’t forget, and I envisioned so many more moments like that, moments of such pure pride of being hers. And no one else would ever witness them. They were all mine to keep, and I saved them for rainy days and moments of doubt. It could be the thing that would always keep us afloat. It would be enough, just the memory of feeling that way. Holding onto the magic of a few minutes when everything was aligned and the warmth of being there could battle any coldness to ever occur.

Don’t forget.