My Sun.

Today the taste of liquor in the dark has given way to the taste of tea and coffee in the morning sun. I am sitting at your family’s kitchen table, still slightly unsure how to act with them in the room. You're sitting there, next to me, folding colorful squares of paper, or cleaning your gun, or tinkering with something I simply do not understand. But as I watch you get lost in your activities, I get lost in the sight of you, in the thoughts that come with it, in the feelings it awakens. The love I have for you feels as natural as the sun rising, as if I spent so much of my life in the night. And although I still don't get up with the sun, the real show is seeing you sipping your morning tea, being something like the center of my universe. You bring the light and the warmth with your laughter, you bring the growth with your words. And I, a little planet orbiting around you, soaking up all the good you bring, watching with a hand in yours as you cycle through the bad that your brain produces, because I have seen the good shine out from your core. I know not to fear the shadows inside the sunlight, they cannot break your beams. And as you look over at me, I am sipping the sweet coffee you so eagerly made me, and you smile, and just like that, I witness some kind of supernova in my universe. You lean over and give me a kiss, suddenly it feels like the sun is only shining brighter, or maybe I'm just choosing to bask in it again, because how could I reject any planet that brings so much greatness to my universe, I stare at its surface, and I see that my sun is not yellow, but Ginger.