The clouds shielded the sun as the regret I feel drowns my conscious.
I remember you like my childhood and the thought of the feelings that would blossom when talking to you grows.
I wish I could say sorry to you right now for all the rose-covered lies I told.
You deserved the truth then and you deserve it now.
Where ever you are, I wish you the happiness of a million suns.
Your personality was a million suns.
Your personality was all I knew of you.
And for it, I loved you.
A beautiful soul. So smart, so kind, so warm. So worth every second I spent talking to you
I want you to feel love in the purest and greatest forms.
I remember wishing to be everything that you believed I was,
To magically form into an idea that I had created. I wanted to be exactly what you imagined
But reality strikes and golden orange sunsets didn't seem so golden anymore
Orange was never my favorite color until the character I created told you it was
It only still is because I associate it with you.
Orange was a million suns of warmth embedded in your personality.
Warmth felt like home and at some point, you did too.
I want more than ever to say sorry to you and remove the clouds from the sun. To reveal everything I lied about.
How I'm more like you than you know and less like who you imagined me to be.
Whether this is something you will or will never see
I wish you a million suns worth of love, honesty, and happiness. From "Z"