Yet another sunrise without you next to me, but still with me. It reminds me of all the ones I’ve seen before and thought of you. There were days when the night seemed to last forever and at the end, when I was tired and sore, battered and bruised, I watched the sky lighten and the dark recede as I welcomed the sun into a new day. I thought of you each time.
It was not just the beauty of the moment that reminded me of your face, or the warmth that brought back images of your smile, or the light reminding me of the brightness of your eyes. The sunrise reminded me of how I felt about you. My time without hearing from you was like long nights, and when I got your letters, they brought with them the dawn. It shined so bright and then faded away as I read them over and over, the paper growing soft and the ink wearing away. The days would go on, and then the night would fall. No matter how bright the sun shined down on the desert, or how hot the days got, it would be night to me until your next letter came.
Now every sunrise reminds me of you. Whether it’s the sun coming over the lip of the earth onto a barren land, or over a hill into a peaceful valley, coming over a bend in the road, or through the window as I lay in my bed and think of you, every time the sun finds me, it brings you, your face, your smile, your eyes. I do not get letters anymore, but I hear from you still, and when I do it still brings light to my life.
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