Meeting you was like finally seeing the sun drop below the horizon, in an endless clouded sky. What once were distorted visions and only fractions of light, became a sky full of colors, a burning sphere of gold. I’ll never forget the way you looked in the ocean, reflecting on a bed of rippled glass, colors changing in the blink of an eye, yellow, orange, pink. You were the clearest skies I’ve ever seen. And suddenly I understood why all the skies before you were clouded so, for I never would have been graced with your honest beauty and appreciated it. You were the sunset I was meant to have all along.
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