I have always had a thing for the sun.
She has full control over my mood. She can hide for days on end, leaving me curled up in bed questioning my entire existence. Then, she appears out of nowhere to brighten my day and my smile. She’s playful like that.
She chooses the color of my eyes. She turns them from baby blue, to turquoise, to gunmetal, to sterling grey, whenever and however she pleases. Like an artist, she carefully chooses the hues of her next piece. She’s creative like that.
She dictates the table I sit at by the window, and the side of the street I walk on. She gives me directions via my own little map of sunshine. Just like sunflowers, I turn towards her, always seeking her presence. She’s alluring like that.
She takes my common sense away. The painful sunburns I’ve sustained over the years can attest to this. So can the dry coughs I’ve developed, braving harsh winters without enough layers, just so I can feel her better. She’s mischievous like that.
She plans my entire day. She requires that I am already awake to watch her lazily rise every morning, from my small balcony. She also expects me to lovingly tuck her into her pink and orange bed every night. She’s demanding like that.
She even switches out my regular midday coffee order. At the slightest signs of her, the steaming hot non-fat Venti Latte gives way to a Grande iced coffee, rattling with every step I take. She’s specific like that.
She decides which color I’m painting my nails, the shade of my lipstick, and how vibrant my eyeliner is. You see, she doesn’t like dark or dull shades. It’s always light blues and pinks with her. She’s fun like that.
She even decrees how big I wear my hair, and how fruity I smell. The brighter she is, the wavier, longer, and lighter my hair gets. The higher she is, the fresher, more citrusy, and Mediterranean my scent is. She’s flirty like that.
She wipes my tears and lightens the weight on my shoulders. She helps me breath and clears my mind. She gives me purpose and reminds me of my passion. She finds the best in me. She brings me back to life. She balances me. She’s my center like that.


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